Assurance On the Wing
Here again, on the the crest of the eve,
the sound of them...calling out to me
Their sound of arrival, coming from the crimson sky
The ceremonious cry as they frame the V
Causing me to lift eyes upward
Canadian geese, heading home in springtime mode
I need not fear, their steadfastness is proof
The voice in unison against the vagrancy of altered mood
In the sureness of the morrow
When I shall think and speak my thoughts
When I eat a meal, and do my daily chores
Exclaim of the budding branch before the door
I will have assurance of a miracle
I shall make laughter out of bafflement
And meet the wind...and watch the day's declining
For when the geese appear again in the fall
Southward bound, honking with their timely voice
I'll know once again how to feel the comfort of the plan
My assurance that is in the telling of the flight
To feel how certain is their autumn calling
To feel how certain is their return in spring
And when all the world fills my thoughts with doubt
And when all the world fills my heart with fear
I am sure enough to lift my eyes
Canadian geese, who cause my eyes to lift to the evening sky
With a song of assurance of His love...
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