I wonder what it’s like to be adrift at sea for months and then to see land. I wonder what it’s like to stumble through a desert, dry and hot, and then to find water. I wonder what it’s like to know hunger, true hunger, and to be given food …
At twilight I took a walk in the cool of fall accompanied by an army of drifting leaves. We walk briskly, breeze pushing leaves, sun beckoning man. Summer had quietly folded, taking with it the warm sunny days. She is saying goodbye with vibrant hues in a slow embrace of the entering fall. I see all this and worship Nature’s God.