Golden leaf

A golden leaf hanging high on an autumn tree.

Clinging there though its life is nearly spent.

We can see beauty in it still, though now it is time to fall.

It clings in hope, holding to what is spent and gone.

In days, in hours, in seconds it will fall.

Down to the paths of the world to be walked over and returned to the earth once more.

In days, in hours, in seconds it will be as though it never existed.

Let go golden leaf.

Let life begin once more.

Autumn, for me, is a time of storing up and letting go. Harvest helps us to concentrate on storing up the good gifts of God, while the changing seasons remind us that there are some things that need to die to make way for new life.