For the beauty of the earth,
in a season of swirling leaves~
How deceptive it is,
this decay we bear witness to.
The days grow shorter.
We are reminded of the same~
Each day that passes
Is a day closer to our own inevitable demise.
Yet as we observe the earth
seemingly passing away~
Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
there is a hidden promise:
Death leads to new life
And so it is,
that autumn leaves fading
will soften into winter’s chill
and all the earth will lie dormant….
For a time.
For a season.
For 3 days in a tomb……
Till the tender crocus appears~
The first hint of death’s demise.
The earth will warm,
and Life is reborn.
And so it is with us.
We must each die to ourselves~
Just as leaves detach from the branches of the trees,
and trail away to the earth…
We let go, we let go, we let go…..
trusting that the landing will be soft,
that the earth will gently enfold us;
that our decay will be our rebirth.
Our God is the Master of Life,
and on His promises we stand.
There is nothing lost
which cannot be found,
no death that is ever final,
no life which will not rise again.
For the glory of the earth and all its inhabitants,
are connected by invisible strands.
And all that we are, and all that we love,
Is held in Eternal Hands