Migrations



by Pavel Chichikov

Wild geese are flying overhead unseen

Just as the dead who leave their bodies lying

Who are the souls of radiance migrating

In lines by wings bear up their winter sins

Crossroad of meridians their goal

Beneath a star that never loses place

Where summer is the solar of Christ’s face –

Their aim – beloved and ever-destined pole

Now like the souls the spring-migrating geese

Call above the houses, rough in clarity,

Their soundings clear in unison’s disparity –

Far overhead and far until their voices cease

Let those who wish pray mercy for the dead

But still remember wild geese overhead

Pavel's Websites are at The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov and Catholic Images by Pavel Chichikov

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