COME HOLY GOOSE
IT DIDN'T START OUT TO BE A NOISY DAY
IN FACT THEY WERE TRYING TO BE INVISIBLE
HIDDEN BEHIND LOCKED DOORS
HE’D GONE AWAY
AND THE WAY A CHILD IS CONSOLED
BY THE SOUND OF ITS PARENT VOICE
WAS DENIED THEM
WHEN SUDDENLY THE SHUTTERS BLEW OPEN
AND KEPT BANGING BACK AND FORTH
THE ROOM WAS FILLED WITH A RUSHING WIND
THAT BLEW EVERYTHING LOOSE
AROUND THE ROOM
THEY WERE FAMILIAR WITH WIND
THEY WERE FISHERMEN
WHAT THEY WERE NOT FAMILIAR WITH
WERE TONGUES OF FIRE
THAT SETTLES ON THEIR HEADS
BUT DID NOT BURN
DID NOT BURN
BUT INFLAMED THEM
SO THAT THE ROOM WAS TOO SMALL
THEY RUSHED OUT TO MEET A CROWD
GATHERED BY THE SOUND OF THE WIND
AND NO MATTER
WHAT LANGUAGE
THE QUESTION
WHAT HAPPENED
WAS ASKED
THE ANSWER THEY HEARD WAS THEIR OWN LANGUAGE
AMONG THE CROWD WAS HEARD
WERE NOT THESE
THE COWARDS
THAT RAN AWAY
BUT NOW THEY SPEAK WITH ENTHUSIASM
LIKE MEN
DRUNK BEFORE THE NOON DAY HOUR
PROCLAIMING THE MERCY OF GOD
IN CELTIC TIMES
THE HOLY SPIRIT
WAS OFTEN PORTRAYED
AS A WILD GOOSE
A FITTING SYMBOL
FOR A RAUCOUS BIRTHDAY
NOT THE DOVE
COOING PEACEFULLY ON THE NEST
CONTENT
BUT A BOLD BRASH IMAGE
AN IN YOUR FACE BIRD
NO ONE HARMS WHAT IS MINE BIRD
A GET OUT OF THE PEWS AND DANCE BIRD
A MAKE YOUR VOICE BE HEARD BIRD
LET THE WORLD KNOW YOU'RE HERE BIRD
WE NEED THE DOVE
TO REMIND US THAT GOD IS GENTLE
WE NEED THE GOOSE
TO REMIND US
THAT GOD WILL BE HEARD
WE NEED THE GOOSE TO REMIND US
THAT THERE IS NEVER A POLITE TIME TO BE HEARD
IF YOUR BROTHER CRIES
TAKE CARE OF HIM
WE NEED TO LIVE LIKE THE WILD GOOSE LIVES
TRUE TO HIS NATURE
AND NOISY
FRANK A VOLLMER
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