Thursday, August 31, 2006
Thinking Makes It So.
Where do titles for blogs and posts come from? A daughter did an interesting exercise about this, and a hundred or more people were eager to tell her. It began with a thought, an idea given freedom to become a picture in someone's head. The results are beautiful.
Another daughter and I were discussing weather and the seasons, especially Autumn. She said the reason it's the most majestic and colorful is because God knew that after every Autumn, a long winter would follow. So he gave us enough beauty to get through more dreary days.
Scientists explain sap flowing from trees, and the intricate process that causes autumn grandeur, but I'm not a scientist, leave that to those who are.
Even after I flew back To Colorado the word pictures wouldn't leave my head. So I sat down and wrote this out.
I call it TAPESTRY.
Oh Autumn, with relatives not at all like your
Fiery hair, sun bronzed skin, brushed with gold
And burnished copper hues
Briefly shining, effervescently
Floating like escaped balloons
Spreading up above anemic land,
Respite from old Summer's hail and heat
After April, in her trickery,
Promising a time of some relief
Squelches all the little daffodils,
And sends instead more freezing snow and sleet
Are you from God Who held you in His Hand
And sprinkled you across each silent vale
Water coloring all the faded trees,
Tossing you upon my favored trail
Or did He weave you, on some mystic loom,
Mosaic motifs only He could spin
To strengthen us from your capricious kin's
Sunless days and solitary gloom.
Another daughter and I were discussing weather and the seasons, especially Autumn. She said the reason it's the most majestic and colorful is because God knew that after every Autumn, a long winter would follow. So he gave us enough beauty to get through more dreary days.
Scientists explain sap flowing from trees, and the intricate process that causes autumn grandeur, but I'm not a scientist, leave that to those who are.
Even after I flew back To Colorado the word pictures wouldn't leave my head. So I sat down and wrote this out.
I call it TAPESTRY.
Oh Autumn, with relatives not at all like your
Fiery hair, sun bronzed skin, brushed with gold
And burnished copper hues
Briefly shining, effervescently
Floating like escaped balloons
Spreading up above anemic land,
Respite from old Summer's hail and heat
After April, in her trickery,
Promising a time of some relief
Squelches all the little daffodils,
And sends instead more freezing snow and sleet
Are you from God Who held you in His Hand
And sprinkled you across each silent vale
Water coloring all the faded trees,
Tossing you upon my favored trail
Or did He weave you, on some mystic loom,
Mosaic motifs only He could spin
To strengthen us from your capricious kin's
Sunless days and solitary gloom.