Every once in a week, I can hear the loud calls from Canada geese  Near the window, looking through the glass, I watch as the geese fly past It's clear as a bell when they're nearby, as they honk their way in the great sky I can hear them coming through the cold winter air, while watching in my cozy, warm wear One day I asked spirit for help, to give me a sign and anything else The geese then appeared and honked more than ever, so I went outside in spite of the weather  To explore what all the sound was for Only to find them in the field next door Never before had this happened to me, so I gave thanks and began clapping in peace Yearning for trust, love and understanding, I felt divine grace, at what had just landed  Once again amazed at what I was handed Trust, love and understanding -Janice Carey