A MOMENT IN TIME

I began to think of the way we are linked together
 through His creation. The markings of the geese are specific,
  always the same for a particular breed.

 

AT THE END OF THE DAY

1995-2021

We were enjoying the end of a pleasant day.     during the late August evening,
 the readily identifiable sounds of a flight of geese
 could be heard as they flew over our home.

The trees in our front yard formed a thick canopy over the place where we sat on our porch swing.  We could hear the geese, yet couldn’t see them clearly.

 One glimpse through the leaves,
  told us there were five.

Our farm has twenty acres, eight of which are hay fields. Geese often head toward them at the end of a late summer day to feed and rest before starting the long journey south for the winter.

As the five flew over our yard, 
a fluffy white feather floated quietly to the ground.

 What were the chances that a tiny feather
 could find its way
 through those thick leafy trees,
 coming to rest on the grass before us?

I began to think of the way we are linked together
 through His creation. 

The markings of the geese are specific,
  always the same for a particular breed.

Our family has now lived on this aging farm 
for 60 years. This was an August evening.
 We had decided to rest 
on the porch swing 
 enjoying a quiet time.

At that moment,
 our Maker placed us together, in a unique way,
 with other creatures of His creation.

 He is the One
 who all the oceans placed,
 set the world in space 
and created… “us”.

 Now, 
He chose to join His creations together 
for a special moment in time.

A coincidence? Perhaps…

* * * *

Winging low across the evening sky,
with necks outstretched,
the five in line responded to imprinted flight
formed countless centuries ago. 
A canopy of leaves formed overhead,
blocking them from view.
Gliding lower, wings now set,
the five flew toward feeding fields at dusk. 
How quickly they had come into our solitude,
then disappeared into the evening shadows. 
Now out of sight, ghostly silhouettes,
markings meticulously ordained when time began.
A snow white feather drifted slowly to the ground. 
Now cradled in the grass, 
The evening dew its bed. 
Binding our lives with theirs, 
All, now ever changed.
The great creative plan of One
who set the world in space,
the oceans placed, species defined,
now paused with us for a moment in time. 
We were one with Him.
It was the end of the day.
copyright©2020
Photographs By Mary Anne Tuck