Sharon M. Discher

Change

The light shines gently
on the changing Oak tree
as the whisper of silence
calls—gently to me.

Like the leaves change their color
then harden—then fall,
I take a deep breath
and answer Your call.

I stop and I watch
the sunlight of Grace
start the changes
with her warm embrace.

She continues to cover
the Moon’s shadow of shame
as the magnificent fall colors
are about to be made.

The release of acceptance
is overwhelming to the breath
as the cool breeze of autumn
invites quiet rest.

She reaches out in knowing,
accepting the changes to come,
her faith is unwavering
as Thy will has begun.