A Time for Everything Right Here in Heaven

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Above the canopy of old Linden trees that necklaces the collar of

Pigeon Bay on Lake Erie, an old goose is piloting a vast muckle of

younger birds. North they fly this time of year. This time of Spring.

This time of Renewal. The senior bird will be made emeritus by the

next autumn, and for him it's a future past. Once again, at that time

of falling leaves the group will head south, to winter in the low

areas of more temperate zones. A young member of the assemblage now

manuevers itself to the head of the vee formation, as will be done

countless times, by the entirety of the young ones on the long run.

Without a moment's hesitation, the older gander will set back in one

of the two converging lines. This is the good part for any of the

elder ones. Caught back in, and pulled forward by, the proceeding

vortex created by the arrangement of the sky tribe. A pondering is

appointive of this moment. In that autumn, not far away, these worn

bones will be brought forth to that ordained time of their own future

past. When those who now still look for guidance from the directions

of this mature commissioner, begin to treck ahead, pave the way, show

the strength that has left these sinews...will there be the easy drop

to the rear of the line? Hoping that that is considered the good

part for the one pondering these sights in the overclouding gloaming

of this cool spring night; and, intending it as a fullfillment to be

considered the beginning of new origins, this man who indites these

words written here, leaves off now from watching the small pile of

embered twigs that had been crackling with the fire of Abraham just

shortly ago on the sandy beach that lies below.

........old bob