by Lucy M. Young
Today I heard them in the pre-dawn darkness,
Their plaintive, poignant cries awakened me,
Arousing primitive emotions in my breast.
Earth-bound I longed to rise and follow them,
Soaring wild and free through the crisp October air
Across the windswept countryside toward sunrise.
What faith and courage they must have
To make this arduous journey every year -
Their strong wings beating through the air waves,
Following their leader trustingly.
What prompts them, forcing them to leave their nesting grounds
To ply uncharted skies?
What guides them so unerringly to their destination?
Who leads their leader -
None but our own Heavenly Father,
Guardian and Leader of us all.
Woodsmoke and Cardamom 