I've been watching leaves swirl through the air in a gust of wind.
It is so beautiful, isn't it?
The little herds of reds, oranges and yellows floating slowly and sometimes very quickly to the ground.
Sometimes it is just one loan leaf fluttering through the sky riding the wind.
You know, it occurred to me as I watched this, that this is the end of the leaf's life. It has spent its entire existence budding, growing and sticking to one singular branch of one singular tree.
This final "ride" is it for them.
Why then does it look like so much fun?
It seems as if they are riding a roller coaster with loopy-loops and ups and downs.
Fast and slow.
I think if I had supernatural hearing I could make out their "Wheeeeees!"
Then to the ground they go where they will be raked up and sent to the curb to be sucked up by a truck.
It could be viewed as a sad event. But I still can't help but be transfixed every time I see a bunch go sailing through the sky.
It is like they were made for this ride.
This is their shining glory.
Their swan song.
Their chance to be a butterfly who after all was made to look like them.
|Doesn't it look like this butterfly is posing for me? I think he is saying "Cheese!"|
I imagine they tremble in excitement as their stems loosen from the branch and they realize it is (finally) their turn to fly.
Do you think they look back? Are they sad to leave (pun intended) behind their leaf families and friends?
|This one got stuck in a spider web on my garage. Hmmmm…|
Not from what I can see.
If a leaf can smile--they are grinning from one point to the next as they feel the wind in a much different way.
They don't have to brace themselves against it anymore.
Hang on for dear life anymore.
They can finally--just
And enjoy the ride.
Dear Lord, may it be so for me. May I be as eager to let go of my will for my life to ride Your will with You. And may that ride be as joyful and transfixing to watch to someone else. So that they may ask of You, Lord: may it be so for me.