reflections

A green leaf...

a yellow leaf...

it falls on the ground and followed by one,

and another, and more as

the autumn wind blows.

Soon the bright yellows and reds around

f   a   d   e...

so does my faith IF

I listen to complacency.

"The grass withers and the flowers fall,

but the Word of our God

stands FOREVER."*

This, a promise I could cling to,

words not empty, I could hold onto.

"What I wanted - what I want - is YOU.

To know beyond doubt that I'm seizing the moment,

sucking the nutrients from each day,

right at the center of Your plan!"

This, my heart's cry, I know my God hears.

I want to echo what Augustine said:

'God puts salt on our tongues

so that we may thirst for Him.

Sometimes perhaps it is our own tears that

carry the salt.'

And so I wrestle.

I wait and listen.

Listen even to deafening silence if I must.

because I need to hear

the secrets of Your heart, oh Lord!

*Isaiah 40:8 NIV Bible