"Three Swans"

Once when overburdened with
Worldly cares,
I sought to escape by a fog shrouded river.
There I could be truly alone in Spirit and Soul.
When suddenly
Through the mist appeared
Three stately swans.
They moved silently, majestically, effortlessly
Over the glass-like water
No ripple, no motion,
In an instant they
Were gone.
I was left standing on that bank
Surrounded by the warm white mist,
Trying to understand the mystery
Of that moment.
Was it a ghost or a gift?
Dream or vision?
I then became aware my burden was gone
I was free
I was once more
Alone with myself and my God.