Fall comes, the earth winds down….
Groaning inwardly, steeling herself for silence, season of
When she rests from her labor.
The time for resting is near, but not yet.
First she will offer up everything she has to give, and then;
One last riot of color before complete surrender to the naked
cold of winter white.
She waits for hope of spring while you and I sip tea by the fire.
And as the earth renews so must we:
“I urge you therefore, brethren by the mercies of God, to present your bodies a living and holy sacrifice, acceptable to God, which is your spiritual service of worship. And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect.” Romans 12:1,2