In the Fall of life
leaves will fall, as they might,
and you dot the ground with little specks of you.
Just look- look around,
at the trees, round their roots.
Vivid hues resemble crowns from which they fell.
And you, in your fall,
have the hardest job of all:
Paint the world with beauty,
even more, as you die.
In our fallenness? Why,
when we have no songs to sing,
must we raise our voices louder?
Why is this?
Pain comes in seasons,
But so do chances– Seize Them.
For in your fall, your influence is greater than it seems.
So stand in your humanity,
Stand in your humility,
And let your leaves litter the fields
With grace and love and hope and faith