The Goose gazed at the Gander
In all his feathered glory
Giggling at his silly jokes
Laughing at his stories
The Gander gazed right back at her
She gentle and fair of face
He pondered at her gaiety
And her manner, filled with grace
The Goose, all giddy with delight,
Kindly gave the gander her wing
When upon bended knee he dropped
He grasped it, offering a ring
The Gander gallantly promised
A gilded life of love, of glee
If she would but grant his wish…
The Goose accepted, graciously
But life is not a fairytale
With happily ever-afters
Sometimes tears of grief are shed
In place of joyful laughter.
In those moments, the Goose sought God
And prayed for guidance from He
She offered prayers for Gander, too
For he was as wounded as she.
By doing so the goose had gleaned,
Through prayers to her God above
By grappling with the gritty truth,
Their souls are girded with love.
All will be well, all will be good
There is a destiny to fulfill
Ridding selfishness and greediness
Guided by God’s mercy and will.
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