The wind tosses the leaves signalling a change of season
a season of beige memories and silent conversation
stories of hope tangled with uncertainty.
Passing through these autumn months
of bejewelled berries and chandeliered cobwebs,
a season of fading and waiting,
of storing memories, and rummaging through promises
a time of rediscovering through wearied sight
that God is still in plain view.
Know this travelling is not without worth
for you, O God, accompany each step
even the ones that appear to be in reverse
are a blessing of seeing where we have been
and the hope of what lies before.
sustains us and calls us faithfully into what is still yet to be
transforms wilderness to harvest
And the dying light into a hope and promise
Of reigniting what seemed lost