AT THE END OF THE DAY
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.
The farm has twenty acres, eight of which are hay fields. Geese often headed toward the fields at the end of the day, during late summer, to feed and to rest before starting 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 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 old farm
for 60 years.
This was an August evening, the END OF THE DAY,
when my husband and I decided to rest
on the porch swing
to enjoy the quiet of the evening.
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.
Photographs By Mary Anne Tuck