We gathered at the river’s edge before an Eastern sky alive with an awakening promise
Inviting the curiosity of wild geese gliding on a river pink with the sky’s reflection
A softly clucking commotion that somehow, beyond explanation
Connected with us as brothers and sisters of Creation
And joined in with the Easter Sunrise Worship
Ice and the March air's bite could not restrain our collective joy
“He is Risen!”
Wild geese lined up
(It was now our turn to be curious)
None of us had ever seen such a thing before
And then, one behind the other
They glide, softly murmuring, and turning inward creating the most beautiful spiral dance
Our beautiful call to worship
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