I looked today at the sleeping autumn trees, and I saw me.
I watched the withering, clinging leaves which are soon to be free.
I watched as one broke loose on the gentle, silent push of the wind.
I watched it as through the broken rays of light to the earth it did spin.
I thought of life, and the many cycles that just living does to it bring.
I felt the solitude of that brief moment, and in the fading light I did weep.
I think of the verse in Ecclesiastes 3:1
“To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven”.
So, pray tell, what shall be this purpose be, into that I in which I am born?
Do these words carry hope, or will they be misconstrue d and sing the song of forlorn?
I know not the answer, yet I pray still for peace…not so much for me, but others.
Thus Lord, let it be unto thy will, and cast aside my cries, and let YOUR peace reign forevermore.
For I am like unto the leaves of autumn; I shine briefly and bright beneath YOUR light.
Yet I shall too someday turn lose, and spin to the earth with the knowledge that the heart will go on…yes, the heart born of love shall go on.
J. Allen Wilson 11/7/2009