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I received a number of responses to my most recent Monday Morning Meditation on the season of Fall: a beautiful poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins, together with shared reminiscences of the season from others. (Older parishioners seem to remember those burning leaves!) I also received this from an old friend who graduated from the seminary with me. She draws a wonderful analogy between the dying leaves of Fall and what they may reveal about the "real" person in the end. I thought to share her musings with you.
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Fall has always been my favorite season, as the stifling heat of summer finally lets up and the leaves change. I remember marveling when I learned that the colors are always there, but hidden by the green of the chlorophyll, only to be revealed by the act of dying. This is so in some people, too; our "true colors" are revealed at the end. There's a lesson in there somewhere. It's a wonder that even in its fallen state, creation can still so vividly reflect the glory of the Lord. Like you, I really loved the burning of leaves, although I had thought that this was pretty much a suburban backyard thing, and am surprised to learn that this took place in a city setting too. We are no longer allowed to do this, and for good reason, but it is still a cherished memory.
