Wild Geese

We stood on the far shore
in view of the sunworshippers,
offering our own prayers in
the dawn's first light.

As the harbour shimmered with fire and
all manner of radiance,
we prayed that our small rivers might
flow into the shining sea.

At sunrise we watched as scattering angels
in the form of wild geese
carried our prayers across the harbour
and out to sea.

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