Sunday, September 11, 2016


Sunday Reflection: The Fall

Doesn't it seem like fall is the deepest season? It is in the fall that the change of the season is the sharpest and most distinct: it begins with the change in the air, and ends with the first flakes of snow, despite what the calendar might say.

And yes, there is death, as represented by the leaves that change color and fall to the earth. But what is deeper than that? They fall, and linger, gather together, and turn to earth. 

I love this Psalm, #42, which feels like an autumn song:

Deep calls to deep
    in the roar of your waterfalls;
    all your waves and breakers
    have swept over me.
 By day the Lord directs his love,
    at night his song is with me—
    a prayer to the God of my life.

The leaves on our maple trees are at their most brilliant color just before they fall fly to the ground.
So the "live oak" trees near my house do not lose their leaves until spring, when the new ones push the old ones off. And the only color is a change from green to some shade of brown. A difference in kind!
BTW, I miss the fall colors of my years in the Old Northwest.
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