Autumn
It is fall in my heart.
That season of calm beauty
found in letting go.
So many parts of myself
have drifted away.
Some flying gently
on the breeze,
others stubbornly clinging;
blood-red even in death.
So much joy,
even as I am slowly stripped bare;
the weightless delight of all I have surrendered.
Oh, I know...
there is a season harder than this,
when I will be all branches;
gnarly, weathering
the cold storms.
But now?
Now is the roar of autumn,
the brilliant sunset of my soul.
Only God could make dying
so lovely.
Only He will make
me bloom once more.
