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Today I saw geese
High in the chill gray sky
And it made me seek within
A reason for their ache—
Why they follow lines in the sky—
To trace the path their gods take.
And then I thought of you and I
Together for this life,
Through struggle and pain
Dealing with our own aches…
Restless and out of sync
Seeking our own terrain
Every time the seasons change.
© 2018, John J Geddes. All rights reserved
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What a beautiful metaphor you've built, poet! Those birds and their flight in a landscape of changeable skies so identical as man travels along these roads. It is this coming and going of our inheritance, also our destiny. Sometimes the still gray presages new storms and we see the lightning in the glance of the other. One goes on pilgrimage in the blue, one learns by fire that the journey is of two and the sadnesses accompanied hurt less. I embrace you, @johnjgeddes.