Two birds begin a journey
long,
From different points in a far off
land;
With a luring urge - in heart a song,
Two novices heed life's command.
As they make their great migration,
Their feeble feet turn to taloned
hands;
And the two reach their destination
As seasoned travelers in the southern
lands.
Still unaware that the other lives,
Each alights upon the very same tree;
And there the two, as if guided by
God,
Fall madly in love and marry.
Thus so it is with you and me;
Two birds which Heaven's winds did
blow
To this blessed rendezvous of life,
Like the two Swallows at Capistrano. |