Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you. Autumn colors have settled from Kandinsky to Rembrandt. Trees cast down their crowns, the ponds release their birds bound southward, the sky leaves its scarf in brown branches, the round sun begins rolling up its things.
This scattering is also a drawing in. Beds of leaves, mounds of leaves the color of old books gather and rest. The ground receives it all and begins its dark, profound work beyond my seeing, beneath my bones. Even the leaves of childhood and the sky's drama of my long youth, the naked, willing wood of trees, and all the things piled around on my desk like leaves when I return to the house, are gathered in someone else's hands, bedded down, held close for the long, bright winter.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
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