The leaves are filled with yesterday
As they face early frost
Their veins are running red to brown
Forgetting nights once soft
But as one page turns another starts
Their stories don’t end here
The last lines tell us please stay tuned
When snows close up the year
Springtime’s hope is sealed in soil
Where seeds wait for their time
Yesterday’s just what’s gone before
God’s amazing life’s design

The hydrangea blushes pink in this brief quiet lull between the August dog days and the January snow drifts. Autumn is this silent moment when we can glance over our shoulders and remember county fairs, family weddings, grandkids birthdays and church suppers. How was your year? Did you run through every open door? Were you patient during times of testing ? Did you speak a kind word when it could make a difference? Have we any of us stopped to pray each time the Spirit called with a gentle tap on our spiritual shoulders?
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