Teachings of the Geese

I walk the earth
on the false crust of the city.
carried over a river by the
good strong bridge of faith.
I see the glistening water.
Feel the breath of God on my face.
Yet smell what man has become
Then the geese take flight
and fly over my head blessing me with their presence
and the holy water we take for granted
that they let fall on me.
The geese know
What man has forgotten.