Reflections of Fall
The seasons come and seasons go.
Now fall is here but almost done,
The leaves to rake, the grass to mow,
Apples to pick, errands to run.
Time never stands still, its always going.
Like leaves from the trees flutter to fade and rot,
So too our lives drift on breezes blowing,
To fall to the ground only to fade and be forgot.
But Oh! to those leaves that time has let rotten.
This is not the end, for some leaves so splendid
Are plucked from the ground, they are not forgotten.
Their beauty so precious, Oh no! its not ended.
Their color so beautiful, it must be preserved,
And thus between pages the leaf it is pressed.
While others so drab are given a fate full deserved,
Being raked and burned, their dullness addressed.
So our lives often so pretty in the spring as they bud,
Some so green in the summer; some fast faded,
In the fall of our years, some brilliant others dulled
Fall to the ground, some preserved others burned.
We all have been given the same time to be radiant;
The opportunity to be pressed in the pages of His Book of Life.
The question comes forth "What will your color be?"
Time draws to the end; "Will it be burned or will it be brilliant?"
Christian - 2008
Dear readers, as I reflected upon fall and all its beauty, I thought I would share with you a poem . Look for more in depth discussion later this week. As for me, I've got to hit the books. School has begun!!
Our God is an awesome God!!!
Christian
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