It was just after Halloween. Witches and goblins still disgusting our memories. We were standing outside in the twilight when I heard them. My daughter and grand daughter were there and I quickly hushed them, and we listened. The geese were going south. They were ďtalkingĒ incessantly! They sounded like they were so close we could touch them, but we could see nothing.
It seemed a bit early for the trip south, for the weather had been warm. So we stood there in our short sleeves speaking of this wonder and the instincts God had planted in these wonderful birds.
A few stars began to peek through the darkness. Then it came again. They had circled, perhaps looking for a place to land and rest a bit. There are not many bodies of water in our area of the plains. The sound was louder than before and the street lights had come on. We could not keep from straining for just a glimpse.
Then we saw them! Like a ghostly body in the sky, their wings catching the reflecting lights of the city on the white feathers. They moved as if one.
We stood transfixed. We told our six year old never to forget that sight for she might never see it again. We spoke of the miracles and wonders of God, to a wide eyed child and realized it was just as awesome for us!
Perhaps one day my heart will stir - the homesick ache grow strong;
Perhaps Iíll long for the Heaven that Iíve dreamed of for so long.
Just like the geese, Iíll know the way without a doubt or fear.
Iíll take my flight and feel the pull to the land that holds no tears.