GOD'S AUTUMN


by: Grace E. Easley


It was for this I waited long,
Throughout the languid summer days,
And as each hoped for sign appeared,
I felt her near in little ways.
And though it is by faith alone,
And not by sight that we believe,
I thrilled when Autumn called my name,
I trembled when she touched my sleeve,
And down each lane of red and gold,
I have discovered peace of soul

Beyond the brush of mortal man,
This depth of color that I see,
The stillness of these hours speak
Of mystical duality.
For surely God is author of
This overwhelming loveliness,
Such burning beauty must recall
His quiet presence to each breast,
And knowing her for what she is,
...I know the Autumn must be His!


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