Autumn Glory- 2005

Picture by Jeff Strain

AUTUMN GLORY

Fall comes with autumn breezes.
It is cool, crisp, brisk.
Darkness is on its way …
A winter sleep,
A stillness,
A certain kind of death.

The leaves on the trees change and fall …
Dying with colors that brighten the grayest skies.
They die gracefully,
Drifting to the earth,
Covering the ground,
Leaving the tree bare until spring.

Seasons are short.
My life is like one of those leaves.

Lord,
No matter how short the season is …
May I die with colors
That are brilliant like the autumn trees.
May my death, my death to self,
Brighten the grayness of ordinary moments and days.

May I die to self, gracefully.
Gently dancing in the currents of Your Spirit
Like the leaf slowly falling,
Lifting, twirling,
Carried by the current of the wind.
Touching the earth and
Covering it with small,
Short seasoned sacrifices
For Your glory.


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Picture by Jeff Strain