You rained colored confetti
from great maples and oaks
sending the playful display forth
with one slight whisper
to float, spin, fall,
lazying down to bless us.
You showed us ancient vines
which long ago reached up
to grow day after day,
into an embrace, entwining their
majestic host, parasites
drawing life, while holding fast.
You drew us down a path
laced with screaming red,
each leaf, having let go
of the only life it knew
to offer up stunning gifts
of grace and beauty.
You slowed us,
hushed us,
by the wide blue-grey river
moving patiently, quietly,
faithfully in one direction,
flowing gently home.
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The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders;
where morning dawns, where evening fades,
you call forth songs of joy.
Psalm 65:8
From Heaven at my Door by Juanita Ryan
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