Autumn colors

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                    

Autumn colors have an edge. Shards of red and orange crackle through the cracks and splintered ends of summer's gentle arc. Behind the green and murmuring veil of bliss death speckles every leaf and bark, and colors spark and hiss. Leaves turn the shade of blood, the shade of bread, then die; they bleed and wash the trees with broken colors, shadows radiant and bright, ‘till all is gathered and dispersed, ‘till all is white. Death's season; passion's colors: these hues are loose, and not at our command, but still not unforgiving: undomesticated shades only at the edges of our living. Faith is such a luminous surrender: the red transfiguration of the tree, celebrant with unexpected brightness pouring life, unshackled, to the wind. Listen at the garden's edge, dear child of life and death, to this rustling oracle: that what we call a miracle is often simply wild.

                    Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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