Brilliant in splendor!- Leaves clutter the ground,
Morning’s crisp chill creeps in around.
Harvested fields are looking forlorn-
Acres now emptied of beans and corn.
Ominous clouds; then bursts of sunlight-
Make dancing shadows a simple delight.
We snuggle inside- all cozy together
No worrisome thoughts of frosty weather.
There’s slower days and creamy lattes,
Blue, blue skies and fresh pumpkin pies.
Chilling hayrides and warming firesides.
A season of sweetness and sadness I find-
A season of sweetness and sadness combined….
There’s many in hunger, starving unfed –
Who am I that I’m given bread?
There’s many alone, in worrisome fear
Who am I- gifted with loved ones near?
There’s many poor souls yet searching and lost
Unknown or untouched by Christ’s work on the Cross.
And who am I to know Him as my Savior?!
Abundance of gifts!!- My heart brims with gladness
But for those not blessed as I, there’s achings of sadness.
-Violet Rhodes
