leaves once exploding with life
gave up their green
for coats of gold
crimson, orange
a transformation we witness
year after year after
life appears to change
completely
yet the leaves
are still leaves
until they surrender
their connection to the tree
then comes the true
transformation
as in death they become
nutrition to the soil
food for new life to come
might I be the same
releasing my grip
on who I am
to become
who He desires me to be
Listen carefully:
Unless a grain of wheat is buried in the ground, dead to the world,
it is never any more than a grain of wheat.
But if it is buried, it sprouts and reproduces itself many times over.
In the same way, anyone who holds on to life just as it is destroys that life.
But if you let it go, reckless in your love, you’ll have it forever, real and eternal
and walking with Emily in my imperfection
4 comments:
I love this time of year. The changing of the leaves, it brings back memories of wood fires, thick jackets, and smores.I believe this is truly one of the most beautiful times of year.
if our bodies could only end in such gracefulness.
wow, powerful last paragraph...great tie in with the leaves...blessings :)
YES. that we might nourish the earth like these leaves... XO
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