Wild Geese in the Clean Blue Air

Spiritual merit wings through clean blue air; far and wide, to Will in Victoria Canada, to all those who wonder if they will see another day dawn. And continue to rise from their chair, their bed and take a step. As well as for those who can’t.

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4 thoughts on “Wild Geese in the Clean Blue Air”

  1. Love it, love it and it moved me to tears. Dealing with the recent death of my much loved daughter the words that sprang out to me were -Meanwhile the world goes on . How can this be you wonder, how can the world not know that nothing goes on the same?
    Of course it does, I’ve been in this place before so know that I will and do have a joy in the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain.
    I know time will dilute this feeling and allowing grief and tears to flow easily and freely enable it to be accepted.
    This poem has allowed and triggered more to come.
    Thank you, as in so many times in the past the right words at the right time Rev Mugo.

    1. I know Adrienne. I’d be sitting in your summer house sewing in the sun given the time and opportunity. Memories flood back for me too.

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