So, before church on Sunday, since my siblings were leading worship and had to arrive early, so I got to sit in the car waiting until someone got there. When asked what my plan was before leaving by my father, who was attending a different church that morning, I answered “sleep in the car”. As much as I love sleeping in cars, I can only fall asleep in moving ones, so after the five minute ride to Open Door, I sat in the front staring ahead.
Well, what else can you do? Right in front of me was a wide, open grassy area and far in the distance, across a fence and a stream were three almost completely bare trees. Small black silhouettes outlined the last leaves, barely clinging on to the naked, dark gray twigs. Every few seconds I would see the dark shadow of a small bird flitting across to another tree.
“Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower.”
Back to my plan. It quickly changed when a)I realized I couldn’t possibly fall asleep no matter how tired and sick I was and b)the scene in front of me was too pretty for me to even close my eyes. So, with nothing but a bible, a notebook, and a pen, I started on my new plan. Well, not technically. First I started writing a journal entry type thing, and since that didn’t work out (it never does) I decided on poetry. So here it is (sorry, it was free hand so there isn’t any order, it just sounded good at the time):
The Last Leaf
All the others have caught your leaves
As they fell, one by one
In all their golden-red splendor
Now your mighty branches stretch into the sky
Thin, bare, proud, cold
As they crush your mane in their jaws
And if I, with my silvery wings
Blown about easily by the whims
Found you, with your glory
Strewn along the ground
By the wind’s fiery wrath and anger
I wouldn’t hurt you
Stone cold, solid, and vulnerable
I’d find rest in the crevices you hid before
And when your last leaf fell-
Slavering jaws reaching to snatch it-
I, with my airy, subjective feathers,
Would fly down and catch it.