Thursday, November 13, 2008

Leaves

Well, it is the present now. How profound and philosophical for an old codger, right? Anyway, it is, whether we like it or not.

Did you ever stop to think about the transition from summer to winter? It is called fall. And that is appropriate because the leaves fall down. (now you would not expect them to fall up, would you?) That, is MOST leaves fall. Some are on evergreen trees so their leaves do not fall, but all deciduous trees loose their leaves in the fall. That is, they are supposed to. Our two trees in the back yard cooperate very nicely, but our tree in front yard does not. It thinks it is supposed to hang on to all the leaves it can until sometime in winter. I keep waiting for the leaves to fall so I can rake them up and put them into the trash. But, even though the wind blows, the leaves just hang on! And, I am NOT going to climb up and pick them all off!

Maybe we are like trees. Maybe leaves are our habits--our lives. Some of us never want to let them go and we keep them all the time, like an evergreen tree that will not give up it's leaves until it dies. Some of us are like the tree in our front yard that will not give up it's leaves without a fight, and then only reluctantly. Some of us are like the trees in our back yard that give up their leaves as soon as they recognize fall is near.

I wonder what kind of tree am I? When the end of summer is here and winter is on the way--when God is close and the end is near--do I hang on to my life as I like it to be, as the evergreen tree? Or do I hold onto my ways until the winds of life blow so hard that I must give them up? Or am I like the trees in the back yard who willingly give up their lives as soon as they sense summer is over and fall is on the way. When God asks me to turn over my life to Him do I hang onto it with all my power, of do I readily surrender my life to Him? Do I give Him my leaves so He can dispose of them and give me new ones in the spring? So I can spring forth with new life from Him and blossom with beauty? Do I expect Him to pick each leaf off one at a time?

photo by les



And, why do some leaves turn wonderful colors of orange and red and yellow before they fall, but others just shrivel up, turn brown and fall? I wonder.

photo by Google


3 comments:

Grace said...

Wow... That really made me think. That's really deep - I'm so impressed. I never thought to look at it like that - I guess we are trees, in our own way. I hope I can hold on long enough to live my life, but not to long that I'm willing to die tired and exhausted.
You are poet and you're message has changed someone - at least one soul in this world.
Thank you.

The Mom said...

I like your analogy. I guess we all have some things that we hang onto until the very end, even though it would be in our best interest to let them go. Love the photos.

Becky said...

What interesting thoughts and a new take on leaves and life. Thanks for the insight...and something to think about.