THE GEESE
My father was the first to hear
The passage of the geese each fall,
Passing above the house so near,
He’d hear within his heart their call.
And then at breakfast time he’d say:
“The geese were heading south last night,”
For he had lain awake till day,
Feeling his earthbound soul take flight.
Knowing that winter’s wind comes soon
After the rushing of those wings,
Seeing them pass before the moon,
Recalling the lure of far-off things.
-Richard Peck
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HI Gretchen,,,,, thank you for always your amazing writing and Love for God supreme. Thank you for praying these last seven years for my husband… I see, each night, the candle you light upstairs in the warm room…. My candle is burning too for you and your precious ones…. We are blessed, like the Geese here.. taking flight to safety and Love as we pray.. and rejoice in the lure of Love eternal. Much warm Love in Christ and surely my cup overflows like yours.. breathless in Truth and Love that sets us free. Love, Merri in Minnesota and my spirit cat Bart… 💕❤️😊😇😺
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I love this. It reminds me of being at the lake, seeing the geese and knowing that winter is on the way.
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