Monday, November 17, 2008

A Song of Autumn by Edith Fassler

I walked out in the field today

And heard the song of autumn play;

I found the golden kernels there

Beneath the husk of ripening air.

I could not estimate the yield,

The moneyed value of the field,

But found sustaining beauty there

And in the heart a thankful prayer.

I love the Fall! What a wonderful time of the year. Across the pasture, I can see into the thicket of trees, normally so shaded from the canopy above. Now, the trunks are visible up into the hillside, and the pasture before it is a lovely golden brown. My little red brick cottage feels cozy this morning, and I'm thankful for all the blessings the Lord has given me, including this little home.

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