This poem originally appeared here one year ago.
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens. ~Ecclesiastes 3:1
Verdant leaf, once I was
One of many countless friends
Who waved and shouted glory
In the presence of the sun
Vibrant, filled with vigor
Waxing, no waning thoughts
In the season yet to come
Season here, my color fades
Shining green steeped in brown
There's not the strength to carry on
But in the letting go, I live
Because the promise of the One
Knows I have played my part
Amen!
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