Just thought you would like to look at some pretty pictures of the colors of fall. I wrote a poem about Autumn. Here it is.
Autumn
Autumn does not fall as
Leaves do to the ground.
With finger to lip, a hush,
she simply turns and
Whispers Good-bye.
Wearing her soft slippers
Made of the finest weave
Of a grass still green
but tipped so slightly with her
Warmer yellows,
She slips away, intending to
Leave a place for her fellow,
Frosty as he is, they are still companions
One to the other.
But, oh, while she is here,
Throwing herself upon the summer’s palette
With abandonment, flinging onto everything
Within her reach.
She comes not to wither or destroy
Desiring only to remind that
everything must rest, strength to renew
For another year’s turn at life.
Some quiescent have laid, waiting for
Their mistress to return, to spring to
Their full life again. To each a moment she
Brings, these quiet ones, her children.
So she paints and paints and then paints more
Giving herself away freely, gleefully.
Joyfully she leaves her spirit, touching each
With her warmth and flame
In tones of warm golds, burning within the hottest fires,
Scarlets and oranges, awakening
A glory hidden, unobserved, now freed
Beneath the tearing, removal of
Summer’s cloak and hoods of green.

Paul in Corinthians says ‘I appeal to you brothers and sister, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that all of you agree with one another in what you say and that there be no divisions among you, but that you be perfectly united in mind and thought’.


Christ is our Rock and only Savior. He is the love and joy that everyone longs for and that can be found nowhere else. Praise God for his goodness in sending Christ our way. The Holy Spirit is the guide we need and the only one we truly have to get us back into the relationship we were always meant to have with our Creator Lord. Praise God for sending us His Spirit to meet our needs.

fear and terror and extreme emotional pain and hopelessness. But, and it is a big but, somehow God reached down for me. I was blessed. As a young child, I can remember laying down in the grass and somehow feeling a presence with me in the sky above. As my life unfolded, bad times come to everyone, I realize now it was the presence of the Holy Spirit of the Living God that was giving me comfort. I have seen days when I felt the only love I had was the love of a dying carpenter hung on a cross over 2000 years ago. I was semi-suicidal at the age of 17!