The days may not be so bright and balmy—yet the quiet and melancholy that linger around them is fraught with glory. Over everything connected with autumn there lingers some golden spell—some unseen influence that penetrates the soul with its mysterious power.
~ Northern Advocate
The unspiritual self, just as it is by nature, can’t receive the gifts of God’s Spirit. There’s no capacity for them. They seem like so much silliness. Spirit can be known only by spirit—God’s Spirit and our spirits in open communion. Spiritually alive, we have access to everything God’s Spirit is doing, and can’t be judged by unspiritual critics. Isaiah’s question, “Is there anyone around who knows God’s Spirit, anyone who knows what he is doing?” has been answered: Christ knows, and we have Christ’s Spirit.
~ 1 Corinthians 2:14
From buds, we feel your breath
warming us, coaxing us to open,
stretch, stretch stretch,
Unfurled, we reach, shield,
nurture those beneath, are shielded
by those above.
Some fall, the weight of warmth
is close as breath, we blush and pale
we cling, watching others fly to the earth.
Will we be spared?
Will we see another season?
Our stems lose the will to hold on, yet.
Something in our flight knows
we will rise again, blooming once more
in the safety of your Spirit.
Something in our landing shows
we will be a part of nurture, the liqueur
of soil, turned, fed, watered.
All by other hands, and a greater one.
That will lift us once more.
What a day that will be!
Because of Him,