The Fall of Life
No one told me it was fall; no one needed to.
The cool light breeze might have told me.
I turned my collar up, pulled my jacket tight,
Sat on the park bench taking in the wondrous sight.
The light breeze boasted its heavier fall air,
Spring and summer colors fading away,
Some plants preparing to die--as expected;
Others lay to rest, later to be resurrected.
Fall dons a color all its own. And there I saw it.
In the tree close by, full in splendor and majesty.
I watched a leaf fall gently, proud of its golden descent.
Having been chosen for a purpose; no sin to repent.
For it had been faithful to its calling,
Providing beauty while waving in shades of green,
Hiding the sun to shade children at play,
Glistening with God's majesty on a rainy day.
But now Leaf is falling, gracefully, ever so slowly.
Giving up its life of purpose in the changing tree.
And now I ponder:
Have I been faithful? Have I glistened in my calling?
Have I provided? Am I--an aging soul--gracefully falling?
No one told me it was fall.
No one needed to.
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