A MOMENT IN TIME

 

AT THE END OF THE DAY

Looking Back

1995-2019

 
 

While enjoying the end of the day during a late August evening
 on our porch swing,
 The readily identifiable sounds of approaching geese
 could be heard.

 

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

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

This farm has twenty acres, eight of which are hay fields. Geese often fly toward the fields at the end of the day, during late summer, to feed and to rest before beginning their 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 the 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 old farm 
for 60 years.
 It was an August evening, the  end of the day,
 when my husband and I decided to rest 
on the porch swing 
and enjoy the quiet of the evening.

Just then,
 our Maker placed us together
 with other creatures of His creation.

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

 On this late summer evening, 
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©2019
 
Photographs By Mary Anne Tuck
 

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Loved to write since high school..as the years pass memories and relationships are primary. (There is also room for an opinion or two.) Feeling good at the age of eighty-five, I'm enjoying life and a hobby of photography. We've lived on this small farm for sixty-one years. In the course of time we welcomed three sons, two grandkids, and 3 greats. We owned and operated an Ace Hardware and a Hallmark Shop and managed to raise sheep for ten years. My husband and I shared sixty-two years of marriage before his passing in 2017. A son has also passed on to the next life, Memories really are "Made From This". Welcome to my world!

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