Oozing out into unintelligible realms

where the mind is jangled into mush,

the wandering soul is set adrift,

severed from all broken hearts.

The endless journey starts

when there is no home, no returning.

Only the outward flow, an expanding universe,

gathering its past, all riches,

cherished memories and pain.

All remorse and regret remain

for ever buried under glaciers of time.

With no hope there is no future:

Only an eternity of heaven or hell.

Flying not away, but towards

the destination of an open heart,

following the song lines

of air churned wings

and more ancient souls

into tomorrow, another season,

to find the place of all abiding

grace and peace: A consummation

devoutly wished, ordained

by wild spirits, Earth bound, yet free.

Free to serve without servitude,

the Snow geese sing antiphonal anthems

as they pass above me in this vibrant night

into some new day where I am waiting

beyond the curve of light

to welcome them in silent gratitude.