The old man squints against the morning light,
And wonders how these friends will greet the dawn.
In size, one dominates his line of sight –
The papier-mâché goose, much like a swan.
This company of finches, dog and goose
Becomes a Trinitarian surprise,
A pattern that no human eye would choose,
Divine emplacement seen through God’s own eyes.
These unrelated creatures grouped in three, Combine as one – a Spirit metaphor
That opens doors of possibility:
God present everywhere, for evermore.
Both dog and finches hear the wondrous story
As goose proclaims the resurrection glory.
