“Autumn” by Annette Meyer

Note: As many of you may know I have been full time caregiver for both my parents for around four years now. During this time I have written about some precious occasions on my FB page. The following commentary includes one of those moments from the recent past. I hope you enjoy it.

Yesterday while out driving to an appointment I asked what a particular wildflower (or is it a weed?) was called. Daddy correctly identified it as goldenrod and he and Mom then began trying to recall a childhood poem they had both learned in school.  I smiled as the miles rolled past and listened as they discussed and organized the wording and the poem began to take shape. Just another of those spontaneous but very treasured happy mementos to add to my recollections of precious times spent with my aged parents in this phase of life. I have begun to call these occasions my Diamonds in the Rough.

The long trip was a pleasant one for us as we laughed and remembered childhood joys from decades past.

“September”
by Helen Hunt Jackson

The golden-rod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.

The gentians bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun.

The sedges flaunt their harvest,
In every meadow nook;
And asters by the brook-side
Make asters in the brook.

From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes’ sweet odor rise
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies.

By all these lovely tokens
September days are here
With summer’s best of weather,
And autumn’s best of cheer.

But none of all this beauty
Which floods the earth and air
Is unto me the secret
Which makes September fair.

Tis a thing which I remember
to name it thrills me yet:
One day of one September
I never can forget.

Today, in the year 2016, our Summer season has ended. Autumn’s technicolors glow vibrantly, waving excitedly from majestically clad trees while along the ground below some already dead brown leaves come sliding around the corner as the wind changes direction yet again. The brilliant greens of Spring and Summer have become less vibrant in the the past weeks, now growing more dingy and faded daily. Wildflowers shake their colors from ditches and overgrown fencerows; bragging in their bright spots stark against the increasing drabness for awhile before they also succumb to the ravages of time and colder temperatures. Soon their sharp crunchiness will be trapped and defeated as moisture affects them. They will wither and wilt towards the earth from which they sprang, a carpet falling and piling up to lie together and eventually become hidden beneath a coat of Winter’s white.

Contemplating the cycles of living and dying. An end for some is a new beginning for others as all things rise and then they fall, making room for another to be at the forefront. For life to continue, all things must die. A seed goes into the ground, dies unto itself from which a plant springs up and increases.  From that one seed, a new abundant harvest is grown.

It is that way for us as human beings also. Our fleshly bodies are not made to survive forever; merely formed as a shell to house our temporary being while we mature for the specified time. This flesh then falls away into death, and a new spiritual body that never will decay is brought forth by the Master Builder who set these cycles into place at the beginning of time.

He has promised us that all life here as we know it is temporary, and only the briefest of moments when compared to His infinity. The Messiah tells us that in heaven our Father’s house has many rooms. We know that after the Messiah’s own human life and death was accomplished here on earth that He has returned into the heavens and is preparing a place for each of His Faithful.  When the clouds part and He returns triumphantly to gather all of His children, this temporary cycle of living will be forever put away and a new phase will be installed. A new heavens and a new earth where nothing ever diminishes nor decays will exist for eternity. Now THAT’S the House I want to live in!

My prayer is that you would all be blessed to seek and draw closer to that glorious day in your daily walk!

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s