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An autumn dew drop glistens

On a green blade of grass

Still clinging to a hope that

Winter will abate its slow progress

And leave for the time the world

In it’s green and blue and purple hued brilliance

Not wanting to give way to the dying

But clinging to the living

And thus, killing the reality to a point beyond death

 

The dew drop will freeze

The green blade of grass will wither

The blue sky will go gray

And the world will slumber

But the time will come to pass when the blue sky will return

And bring with it the thawing of the life giving water

And the sun will warm the now fertile soil

And life will spring anew

And the wheel will turn

 

But far be it from merely life and death:

 

The rotations and undulations

The great gasping upheavals

And the weary sighs

The movings this way and that

To and fro’

Fro’ and to

Of the natural world seem to me

To be like praises sung

To the Creator

Choices

We live in a time and in a culture which can only be adequately described as “cluttered”. We are constantly and ruthlessly bombarded from every side with “choices”. From politics to religion, commerce to pop culture, we are faced with half truths and propaganda, which, on the surface, give the impression of weightiness, but under the microscope of our consciences are destined to reveal a certain flimsiness and the inherent inability to hold anything substantial within.

The truth of the matter is this: Beneath the clutter of our day to day, beyond the false impression of “choice”, there lay only two ways to go—the right one and the wrong one. But, how do we know which is the right and which the wrong? The right one will usually be the hardest choice to commit ourselves to, but the motivation behind it is self-evident, while the wrong, simple though it is to follow, carries with it the inherent need of constant justification.

Moments

We are here, and it is now. The past, a dream, and the future, a phantasm: both equally ethereal, with no more substance to them than the wispy clouds overhead. Why do we trouble ourselves so over things insubstantial when, here, in this moment, there is so much reality to be concerned with? This moment—right now—is the most pivotal moment in our history; for, right now, we can repent of misdeeds past, and vow to never again repeat the previous moment’s mistakes. Life is a series of such moments—each one, if properly utilized, the building block of the next, and all of them only momentary stepping stones forming a path to the Kingdom of Heaven.