Here's a poem I wrote while walking down the Rail Trail. See if you can guess what it's really about. Write your answer and you'll be entered into a FREE BOOK Giveaway.
Autumn’s Last Song
I wrap myself in canopy of trees, hovering over above me—leaves.
I see the sky it’s shining sun.
It leads me homeward
to where it all
begun.
The winds blow; the autumn leaves fall
I’m walking along the path to all.
This day has been splendid, an extravagant display.
The hand of the creator evident all day.
The winds of change are blowing.
Will I let them stir?
Have I heard the message and the crying of the dove?
Or have I only looked at leaves from down on the ground
Never
looked down from heaven and seen their crown?
The trees, they are clapping and dancing for joy
When the winds are blowing, they lift their arms more.
Do we truly see creation?
Or do we just stare?
Do we truly see?
Do we dare?
Do we see nothing?
No one there.
My shoes scuff the sandy path,
but am I just walking with no understanding
of where I am?
I am is
with us.
But do I understand?
Do I see a burning bush or red crimson stands?
The path takes a bend, where I cannot see.
Can I be led around this dying tree?
Must I know in advance where every foot falls?
Or does the spirit lead me when I don’t know at all?
I feel His presence all around
In the laughter of children when they make a sound.
In the bicycles cycling on the ground.
It brings me back to years gone bye of laughter and music
and a song.
But now the days are autumn gone.
in a blaze of glory, they die.
And winter will soon be upon me.
Will I stumble over winter snows?
Will I go where the spirit goes?
Will I take heart in my Spirit?
When my heart is ripped out?
If
the sun no longer shines
and
the eye is dim
and
the memories far gone.
Can
I be with Him?
Little bits of each other.
Halfway
grown?
Can
you walk beside me on this lonely road?
Oh,
dear Jesus,
Hold my hand, please now!
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