An Indian Summer morning… clear blue skies, brilliant sunshine, and a twinge of frost greet my morning walk. Four cardinals, three females and one male, rummage in the underbrush below the autumn dressed forest. As I breath deeply of the crisp air and thank God for another day to praise him, a fresh breeze loosens a few more reluctant leaves. Watching them flutter slowly down, landing randomly about me to join untold generations,
a brisk breeze
ripples the quiet stream…
swirling reds and golds©Al W Gallia 2020
I reflect on their likeness to the life and death of our human lives. Then I wonder if the leaves feel God as I do? In the silence, I sense a gentle touch on my shoulder, and I know Jesus is with me, as always.