The harsh summer heat
has retreated allowing the coolness of autumn to emerge
in its entire splendor.
The hillsides are adorned
with beautiful fall colors of orange, crimson and
gold.
All of nature gives a sigh of relief; it is now time
for the trees to shed their leaves and rest for the
winter.
Each awesome peak is
capped with a crown of beautiful white snow, oh, such
a sight to behold.
Time itself is such
a treasure, your time, my time; our time together,
creating memories that flow into deeper and more beautiful
hues with each passing day.
Such breath taking grandeur
all around, God’s hand at work, painting a mural
of such exquisite magnificence.
Feel the embrace of
God’s cool breeze against your cheek, the coldness
in your hands as a snowman is created; today you can
be a little child at play.
Hear the whispering
of the aspen blowing in the breeze, a mystical invitation
luring you into a tranquil trance.
Lovers together…
become one as they ascend the mountain, imprinting
in their minds magical memories of God’s magnificent
creation.
If you sit quietly you
can hear the angels singing above from the clear autumn
skies, musical sounds of heavens best.
The doors of paradise
open, displaying all God’s beauty, looking up…cloud
formations create images that are only limited by
ones lack of imagination.
Engulfed in the scent
of pine all around, looking down at such majestic
elegance, there is so much to be thankful for, even
in a world where there is so much unrest.
On the highest peak
a view all around, so breath taking there is no doubt
it was created by a higher power.
In reflection of what
God’s universe entails; there is an over whelming
realization that each of us surely is a mere speck
in the scheme of God’s plan.
None the less, to be
so small does not diminish our worth in God’s
eyes; He loves each one of us no less than if we were
the tallest tower.
Each one He gave a heart;
each one a warm pulse that contains the sun; each
one of us a soul full of love; a gift from God; given
to every woman and to every man.
