CROWNING GLORY

Morning rays of golden sun
kiss the earth in all its glory,
unfolds anew His faithfulness
His never ending story.

Words can only try to show
the awesome wonder of it all,
warm Summer days now give way
to the splendor that is Fall.

Orange, red and yellow
rusts and browns delight,
the eye of the beholder
inebriated by the sight.

Boughs bejewelled, sway gently
reach up to heaven’s sea,
dip fingers in blue waters
taste His promise, what will be.

As days grow colder, shorter
on their dizzying descent,
leaves become a crispy carpet
their lives so full, now spent.

In bursts of praise and glory
they give their all, their gowns,
to trust that in the Springtime
they’ll wear again their crowns.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Oct. 06, 1997