As can only happen when we stand in such expanded time and space, my eyes fell on a piece of paper I had recently pulled out of some files I was sifting through last week. The paper includes a picture of geese flying through a morning sky in their “V” formation and some poems I had pasted under the picture a few years ago for a fall retreat I was leading on the theme “Callings & Yearnings” for members of a Maryland Church that was in transition. The first one about the geese I wrote in my thirties but revisit each fall. The second is one by a retired Methodist pastor and fierce poet named Ted Loder from his book Guerrillas of Grace: Prayers for the Battle.  I offer them here for whatever re-membering and re-collecting may be happening in your life as our season turns to fall.