A Blessing for Wild Geese

As the Goose folds her wings for another year, may her wild flight remain in us.
The holiest currencies are not left behind in fields of grass and song,
they live in our bodies, our stories, our children’s laughter,
they live in the spaces we make where truth is spoken and love is felt.

Carry it home, Beloved.
Carry it into sanctuaries and kitchens,
into late-night porches and crowded streets.
Let the wild, holy honk echo through every “should”
and every silence that forgets joy.

For the Spirit is not tame.
She is alive in your steps,
alive in the hands you clasp,
alive in the names you whisper,
alive in you.