Pause for Prayer: SATURDAY 10/8

When fall comes 'round each year, Lord,

I wonder if, by night,

you climb down from the heavens,

perhaps on some great ladder,

to paint the leaves, one by one, 

in all their autumn glory...

And I muse upon the question

of how it is you might decide

on which trees first are chosen, deemed

deserving of your brush...

 

Why the ash - and not the maple?

Why those elms but not the mighty oak,

so close, just down the street?

 

And it seems you hop from tree to tree, painting

branches here and branches there

with lots of green left in between

until there comes another night

the blessing of your palatte

to complete what you've begun...

 

And the colors, Lord!

I love the orange, yellow, red

but wonder if you favor

the purple, rust and brown:

    do we see with different eyes?

    whose eye beholds the deeper beauty?

    is the beauty in the changing?

 

The wonder in my reverie 

probes wisdom, grace and mystery

and you alone, the artist,

know the secrets of fall's glory...

 

And then in just a few short weeks

the leaves in all their beauty 

will lose their grip on branch and limb

and fall, spill and swirl

in November's chilly gusts

to carpet earth for winter's snow...

 

Draw my eye, my heart and soul

to the beauty you reveal

when night by night and day by day

you climb down from the heavens,

perhaps on some great ladder,

to paint the leaves, just one by one,

in all their autumn glory...

 

Amen.  

 

All photos by CP in Concord, MA 10/7/22

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