The Wild Goose (An Gèadh Fiadhaich) A wind blows where it wishes, None know from where it comes. Ghost so Holy, purity comes, Eternal, beautiful, powerful and wise. All creation bows down, Heaven’s breath - on this You ride. For You, Spirit of Christ, come amidst us: In Your presence my pulse beats with joy, hope overflows, Always gracious, yet I cannot say where the wind goes. Do not be far from me Hidden, yet hear the prayer of my breath: “All my days I shall welcome you”. I call you Wild Goose - untamed and free, listen for You upon the wind. Come, Holy Spirit, come. He calls my name - I follow. So blows the wind. A poem from Vocation as Resistance © Craig A. Roberts 2022. (paperback, ebook, audio book) An Gèadh Fiadhaich (Scots-Gaelic): A Celtic name for the Wild Goose - symbolising the wonder and wildness of the Holy Spirit.