It might have been the edge in the air that was unfamiliar
Not yet cold, not quite warm–and submerged within the flowing breeze was a tiny bite..
acknowledgment that we have entered a sacred time
somewhere between living and dying
Beneath our feet
the death of leaves once so vibrant,
the verdant colors shimmer in their magnificence
a hint of change among the branches,
once so strong…so proud
Are they aware of the change in the air?
Are they ready for the transition of life into death?
And then I am reminded,
“Amen, amen, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains just a grain of wheat; but if it dies, it produces much fruit.” John 12: 15
This is a time of preparation for our death, which will bring unto it, the blessings and splendor of eternal life.
We purge, heal and reconcile to prepare ourselves for the great day
when we hope
we will be welcomed into the Kingdom of Heaven.
We are cleansed with the waters of Baptism and purified
until the day we soar with the angels
and hear those words
And enjoy our new life in Him