To fly on the wings of a snow goose,
Seeking warmer winds and sunlight on my face,
Across the moon, above the snow-clad plains and frigid seas,
Through the night, lit only by the moon’s soft grace.
As my breath forms a white cloud before me,
And my fingers and nose throb in the numbing cold,
I’ll light my only lamp, fueled by dreams and hope,
To add to the freezing silvery gloom, a hint of warm gold.
Fly faster, dear goose, we cannot bear to stop,
The wind is high, and the cold bites my cheeks.
I’ll close my weary eyes and whisper a prayer,
And listen to the tired heart that speaks.
Fear not, dear goose, though the night is dark,
It’s only darkness that makes the stars bright.
Don’t lament the cold that chills your bones,
For it’s the cold that fuels your flight.
Let the wind blow and the snow fall relentlessly,
Let them numb your tired wings and my reddened nose.
But, dear goose, close all windows to your beautiful heart,
Keep it warm, for it’s the only thing that matters the most.
Then, one day, when we glimpse land afar,
Where waves lap against the warm, coppery sand,
Where the trees are green, and the sun is gold,
We’ll know we have reached the promised land.
