DANCE IN THE SKY
Joyce Rupp
flickers of movement
in an early dusk sky,
long lines of activity
filling the horizon,
dancing they come,
the fast flying geese,
hearts bent on heading south.
no sound from their dance,
no chorus of conversation,
just swiftly moving wings
and an ever changing formation.
the lines curve and sway,
turn and re-form,
they half circle and straighten,
sweep out in fans,
come back again into singleness.
the dance of the geese
becomes a dance in my soul,
activity, movement, ease, joy,
a strong sense of purpose
and determined direction.
the dance in my soul,
may it be so, like the geese,
with great freedom of adventure
and sure hope of arrival.
Joyce Rupp
flickers of movement
in an early dusk sky,
long lines of activity
filling the horizon,
dancing they come,
the fast flying geese,
hearts bent on heading south.
no sound from their dance,
no chorus of conversation,
just swiftly moving wings
and an ever changing formation.
the lines curve and sway,
turn and re-form,
they half circle and straighten,
sweep out in fans,
come back again into singleness.
the dance of the geese
becomes a dance in my soul,
activity, movement, ease, joy,
a strong sense of purpose
and determined direction.
the dance in my soul,
may it be so, like the geese,
with great freedom of adventure
and sure hope of arrival.
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