Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Glass to God
Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable,
whatever is just,
whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious,
if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise,
think about these things.
Washing windows to see out better; to observe the sauntering coming in of Autumn; jeweled gowns dragging the fields and woods. What anticipation of so many changes and transformations already in this continuous dramatic flux. To leaf out in Christ and turn the royal hues in Him; to let fall our selves into the brightening air; onto the ground of dying to live. One leaf blazing is a marvel enough, then an entire tree thinking itself gold, spilling coins of light across the descending myriad everywhere I look. As if one wasn't breaking my heart into a wide open sky: then the geese fly through, unexpectedly with their processional fanfare, their songs from the north filling the evening air.