By the leaves of fall, there is a season for us all
in those colorful leaves of life. Years
falling from the oldest and tallest trees the eyes
have ever seen, reaching new heights, waiting
for the day when the sky will drop like a
raindrop of life. Fall leaves fall crumbled and
black Mother Earth is where we’ll find you
until a new season of falling leaves. In a
voting season, can the leaves feel the tension
in the air? Will there be happiness or despair
as we prepare for cold, cold nights? How some survived
only The Lord knows. Those nights, those chilling
leaves of fall, falling in that morning dew, that
chill that grips your bones. The life lessons in
the leaves fall from the trees, the rakes, and the
leaf blowers, what else do I need but helping
hands? There is always a plan that has to be put in
place to remove the fallen leaves that
season. The rainbow of leaves seems so amazing, the sign
of the Lord as we look forward to Thanksgiving, that
season of giving and remembering the One who Lives
to do the Lord’s will, a New Year’s celebration
(a presidential inauguration) for America, the
great, and the land of many trees. May the Lord bless us
and give thanks for this season of life and
the most beautiful sight of fall leaves.
