Some words which came while sitting in the garage before a fall rain.

You listen, and you know it means something,
But just what it means has not yet formed or
Settled; You’re tempted to think it’s nothing,
But you linger a moment at the door.

And there in that moment, midst the noise of
Your day, you stop on this threshold and knock;
The door swings wide, opens broad, high, above,
Where glory descends, and wonder unlocks.

I pause outside, hear the mockingbird call,
The squirrels scowl-screech, the chirping chickadee–
This monochrome cherub who flits midst fall
Colors while a thrush thrashes ochre leaves.

And the fall breeze blows in refrain
Sings the turn in weather, the coming of rain.

© Randall Edwards 2019.
Photo by C. Edwards.

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About randamir

I pastor Grace Presbyterian Church in Kernersville, North Carolina which locals fondly refer to as K-vegas -- the town not the church. As D.T. Niles once said, "I am not important except to God."

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