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.
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An Gèadh Fiadhaich (Scots-Gaelic): A poetic name for the Wild Goose.
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