What a wonderful gift is the brilliance of autumn; to walk along and feel the crunch of fallen leaves, catch a brisk breeze on your cheek, soak in the varied colors of our Master Designer, then dare to breath deeply into God’s wonderful world.

The following poem by Becky Hemsley speaks volumes of the solace creation gives to us, no matter what season, if we take the time.

Breath
She sat at the back and they said she was shy.
She led from the front and they hated her pride.
They ask her advice, then questioned her guidance
They branded her loud then were shocked by her silence

When she shared no ambition, they said it was sad.
So she told them her dreams, and they thought she was mad.
They told her they’d listen, then they covered their ears
And gave her a hug whilst they laughed at her fears.

And she listened to all of it, thinking she should
Be the girl they told her to be
best as she could.
But one day, she asked what was best for herself
Instead of trying to please everyone else.

So she walked to the forest and stood with the trees
She heard the wind whisper and danced with the leaves
And she spoke to the willow, the elm and the pine
And she told them what she’d been told time after time.

She told them she felt she was never enough
She was either too little or far, far too much
Too loud or too quiet, too fierce or too weak
Too wise or too foolish, too bold or too meek.

Then she found a small clearing, surrounded by firs
And she stopped and she heard what the trees
said to her.
And she sat there for hours, not wanting to leave
For the forest said nothing, it just let her
breath.

God has given us His creation for enjoyment and reflection. His messages unending.