Fast and furious the leaves fall
and lay a golden earth-toned carpet
stretching from my backdoor
to the church across the yard...
I cannot simply walk here, Lord:
some muscle memory, deep within,
sets my gait to shuffling
as I scuffle through the crisp and crunch
of leaves beneath my step...
As when I was younger, Lord,
a child on my way to school or out in my backyard,
looking for a heap of leaves, raked in rounded piles,
inviting me to jump, to dive and softly land
with glee and and pure delight
on pillows left each autumn,
fall's leafy parting gift...
And I love that lovely swooshing sound:
a soft shoe tapped on your dance floor,
whispering of your presence
underfoot and all around...
I'm too old now for diving
into heaps and piles of leaves
but grateful just to shuffle, Lord,
and softly dance and make my way
'cross autumn's backyard carpet
from my backdoor to the church...Protect me, Lord, while I'm awake
and watch over me while I sleep
that awake, I might keep watch with you
and asleep, rest in your peace...
Amen.
Tonight, just the natural music of a walk through fallen leaves...
Walking on Fallen Leaves
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