Monday, October 29, 2012
Bagged and blown away
Winds and floods pound and rise far to the east of us. But across our street this scene. A beagle and a retriever rolling in the leaves, their owners raking tawny-melon colored leaves into giant piles, pressing them into bags. The scene is so idyllic I want fall to stay for weeks and weeks so we can bag the warm golden light this old maple channels into our living room. Yesterday, lawns were mowed a final time. Hostas, the last to fade, were cut back, even gutters were cleaned.
Today, all the leaves are gone. Bagged or blown away. The maples and lindens are dark and bare.
I could have imagined all the world is all right for a day or two.
For this is what the Lord says – he who created the heavens, he is God; he who fashioned and made the earth, he founded it; he did not create it to be empty, but formed it to be inhabited- he says: I am the Lord, and there is no other, …those who hope in me will not be disappointed.” Isaiah 45:18, 49:23