Geese appear high over us, pass, and the sky closes.
Abandon, as in love or sleep, holds them to their way,
clear in the ancient faith: what we need is here.
And we pray, not for new earth or heaven,
but to be quiet in heart, and in eye, clear.
What we need is here.
I thank you God
for this most amazing day,
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky
and for everything which is natural, which is infinite,
which is yes.