 Change me, oh God, Into a tree in autumn And let my dying Be a blaze of glory! Drape me in a Crimson, leafy gown, And deck my soul In dancing flakes of gold! And then when Death Comes by, and with his hands Strips off my rustling garment Let me stand Before him, proud and naked, Unashamed, uncaring, All the strength in me revealed Against the sky! Oh, God Make me an autumn tree If I must die! Esther Pope, 1896-1958 |
Autumn is my favorite. Lovely post.
I am a spring person, Ceil so it is only the last few years I have grown to appreciate the lessons in autumn and winter. Praying you have a wonderful weekend.
Hi Jean! I was just putting together a blog post on Fall leaves and dying. It is a wonderful metaphor, isn’t it?
Have a blessed day!
Ceil
Dear Jean
This quote has touched me deeply for we all experience these autumn season some time or the other. This saint shows such a courageous heart.
Blessings XX
Mia