A' Chaingis
Like wild geese reflocking
From their winter wilderness,
Following a sacred solar cycle
Determined by additional daylight,
Flying freely above verdant pastures
Then landing longingly
To feast and nestle
In the expanding greenery
While cackling jokingly with a jubilant joy
On finding fresh fields
Filled with food and seeds
To replenish their migrating bodies,
So, the Spirit comes among us
Sent by Heaven’s High Command
To fulfill the Anointed One’s promise
Bringing comfort and counsel,
Fire and water,
With bread and wine,
To the faithful community
Who are hoping for holiness
And expectantly awaiting:
A’Chaingis.
John Stuart 2026
