Last night the wind blew a
great deal of the remaining leaves from the trees
surrounding our house.
in yesterday's green.
Soon we will use our leaf blower
to gather them up in piles
and send them whirling down the revine.
If we leave them laying on the ground,
they will rot and our grass will die.
This process is vital to new growth.
In order for new tender green buds to appear
with the warming sun,
the old must be stripped away.
Dead and falling to the ground below,
the old leaf is serving it's
final purpose in the circle of life.
Sometimes I am the wind
blowing strong against the things
that need to fall.
Assisting in the emergence of newness.
Sometimes I am the tree,
being tossed and beaten
until the dead things fall away.
Until I am prepared for
bearing new fruit.
A time or two I have been the leaf,
my influence being pulled from
another for a greater purpose.
I've also been the leaf blower
encouraging another to disguard the dead and rotting
in order to preserve new life.
All four bring a degree of discomfort.
Being a relentless catalyst for change,
being stripped of yesterday's success,
being necessarily removed
for the greater good
or holding the wind steady
long enough for the ground to be free
are all uncomfortable places to be.
All require focused effort,
and all of them are necessary
for new growth.
Each an important process in achieving the next
crop of fruit.
Through pain comes life for
there is no Spring without a Fall.
"Behold, I am making all things new!"