Autumn is a hymn today, a low, gentle tribute to Greatness. The trees sway along, arms raised high in their slow rhythmic worship. Back and forth. Back and forth. Swish. Swish. Until I am carried up into their praise. Have I been so silent that they must cry out? The small seeds drop. Their masting is thunderous, punctuating the song as the best of percussionist. Do they know they are falling to their death?
We all know the story, that one of redemption of the lost. We know the losing isn't the end. But, when it's your own story and it takes dying and winter before spring, you think that death is the last word. And what you learn is that it also takes one word to remind you that the long, slow growth to sprouting limbs and leaves and fruit of your own requires an active trust, the kind that abides in the hope of spring tucked away under cold earth. The promise is planted deep, and we only need watch with bated breath for its arrival.
Poignant. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI wanted to stop by after you found my Encouraging Bloggers series. Certainly you should blog as you feel led, but I hope that you will feel encouraged to continue. Your blog is simply stunning. The pictures are beautiful and the words are just as lovely!
ReplyDeleteThat acorn is just marvelous. I bet you would enjoy participating in our PhotoPlay projects over at http://TheHighCalling.org
ReplyDeleteI think one Project just closed, but there will be another next month, and you can see how they work if you stop in on Friday :)
I should have added that it's so nice to have you along for the Ravished by Beauty journey. I'm so impressed! (It takes me a long time to read and process each chapter, and look at you! Chapter 4 already :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Melissa. Lisa, I can't tell you what an encouragement you are. L.L., I feel rather like I've been running through mud, though delicious mud, trying to catch up. I am not by nature a fast reader or processor. I'll have to return to the earlier chapters just to linger and savor. Thanks to all of you for stopping by.
ReplyDeleteYour first line rocks. In fact, I keep a little file of things that inspire me, and that line is totally going in the file. Love it.
ReplyDeleteThought provoking...makes me think of the movie You've got Mail--line about fall-"Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly-sharpened pencils"...very nice piece. Thanks
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