蜜芽传媒

The sound of wild geese brings inspiration to Quaker and author, Alastair McIntosh.

Script:
Good morning.

Have you ever heard the wild geese calling ...
as they draw nigh, in high formation ...
a whispering first ...
the intimation of another world ...
then nearer, nearer, lilting, rising ...
irrupting to crescendo of our own soul鈥檚 yearning:

鈥溾�楾is yours, my child,鈥� says God, 鈥渢o rise this dawn
and dig from where you stand ...
In Earth as is in Heaven鈥�.

And fading now, like brushstrokes blown
the geese have flown and you and I stand there ... alone;
yet drawn together
into high formation.

And so ... it鈥檚 down to us, to ground that intimation, that 鈥済ift half understood鈥� into this waking day.

And I smile, for when George MacLeod who rebuilt Iona Abbey was asked where he got it from that the wild goose is a Celtic symbol of the Holy Spirit, he said: 鈥淚 don鈥檛 know! I probably made it up!鈥�

But there we glimpse the way God prays through us, in brushstrokes of imagination, as wild geese crying.

鈥淒on鈥檛 fear, don鈥檛 fear鈥� said Patrick Kavanagh, as he contrasted skeins of geese with laden bombers out across the Irish Sea, in 1943.

Don鈥檛 fear, don鈥檛 fear, as angels say, to raise us to our human calling.

And Kavanagh鈥檚 poem concludes; and so too, perhaps, our prayer:

鈥淥nly they who fly home to God have flown at all.鈥�

Only they who fly home to God, have flown, at all.

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