Monday, November 2, 2009
The Wind and the Leaves
"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day,
"Come over the meadows with me and play.
Put on your dresses of red and gold, -
For summer is gone, and the days grow cold."
Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call,
Down they came fluttering one and all.
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
Singing the soft little songs they knew.
Dancing and whirling, the little leaves went;
Winter had called them, and they were content;
Soon fast asleep in their earthly beds,
The snow laid a coverlet over their heads.
~ author unknown
God is Like This
I cannot see the wind at all
Or hold it in my hand;
And yet I know there is a wind
Because it swirls the sand.
I know there is a wondrous wind,
Because I glimpse its power
Whenever it bends low a tree
Or sways the smallest flower.
And God is very much like this,
Invisible as air;
I cannot touch or see Him, yet
I know that He is there
Because I glimpse His wondrous works
And goodness everywhere.
~ Rowena Bennet
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.
With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.
The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.
- Clyde Watson