Pause for Prayer: TUESDAY 11/10

For weeks now,
I've watched the trees along my way:
    their green leaves turning, 
    draping the highway's shoulders
    in a last gasp of color and beauty
    - taking my breath away...

And then one night
(under cover of darkness)
the trees did quietly conspire
to shake off their faded frocks 

and take a bow
in a copper-shaded fond farewell...

Soon they'll all stand bare
'gainst a chilled November sky,
stilled with scarce a shiver,
their branched arms stretching long,
bracing for the weight of ice and snow:
    their December sparkle,
    their wintry armor...

O, would that I were bold enough
to stand naked, before my God:
    my arms straining, reaching
    for the warmth of winter's love...

 

But I'm not so brave 

and so I pray to trust, 

as do the trees,
that spring will come again
and make of frost a morning dew
to turn the leaves all green, again, 

on branches now gone bare...

Amen.

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