By J Ann Crowder
In trial we struggle like the last leaf dangling by her last weakening fibers, holding onto the vine with her last strength. Little do the leaves know how they burst with fire, igniting our world with autumn’s delight. Little do the leaves know how they nourish the soil beneath them, until a vibrant spring is born. Hence, our toil is but part of the grand miracle, where magic and beauty reside.
Written March 1st, 2017.