Sacred

(Found here)

The wild geese lace the sky

flying north,

flying to the arctic

to lay and brood

the egg of creation.

The ancient Irishman

laying windrows with his scythe

looks up with a blue, rheumy eye.

He drops the cutting blade

and raises reverential hands.

Once It was a Dove,

the Holy Ghost descending.

Now It is the Wild Goose

flying.

~Walter Wangerin Jr.