Long sunny days fade like a quiet dream. Cool air sneaks in like time bringing a first wrinkle. Leaves begin to change color on the trees. Birds begin to disappear for warmer climates. You can see Geese in arrow shapes filling the sky as if pointing out the obvious. Pumpkins begin to turn a bright Orange as Corn fields turn Golden. The sun sets lower each day as children laugh and play. Scare Crows begin to emerge as porch lights come on a little earlier and shine their guiding lights to let you know where home is. Festivals come around and the smell of the county fair returns. The Cotton Candy makes for sticky smiles. Carmel Apples get caught in your teeth and young lovers bundle up under warm quilts hand made by favorite aunts or grand mothers. Supper taste sweeter as family gathers around the table. All of the things that make fall wonderful come back when Autumn comes again.

Who is this man that was crucified. Who is the man who was pierced in his side. Who is the one who walked by the sea. Who is the one they called the Nazarene? Who is the one that was crucified between two thieves? Who is the man that they say rose from the grave. Who is this man who sought to save? Who could this man be? Perhaps this man is you and me?

Perhaps a day will come when all the questions will be answered. Then there will no longer be a why or how, but until then let us use our imagination and think about the positive. What if each child could be taught the golden rule. What if every child could graduate school. What if we each gave more than we received. What if we all pitched in to help cure a disease. What if we all stood together as one. What if we stopped hating and began to love. Imagine the power that we could have. If we only made what if, a reality.

Under the shade of Spanish moss and deep inside the bayou, something crawled out and shook off the dirt and grime. It sat upon a rock and looked at the sun. It was long green and scaly, but no one knew quite what it was. It just yawned and lay flat. For hours it sat idly then a local politician passed by, the thing jumped quickly and gobbled him up. With a full belly it slithered back into the murky bayou, never to be seen again.

We are all born naked and cold and hungry. We all die alone inside ourselves. In between we may move up or down, but our ending and beginning our the same. All that we can do is strive to make the world a better or worse place in a hope that when we leave that we have touched lives and left a legacy that will help others do better than we have done ourselves, so at the end when we are all again equal, that we will not leave with regret for what might have been.

The cuts riddle the body, the blood oozes from the wounds. A calm silence fills the air. No gasp for air, just a gentle sleep. Rest has finally found a weary soul, though it might seem like a gruesome end. Few will ever know the torment that a conscience wrestled with day and night. The unimaginable demons that clawed at the psyche of the person now at rest. Like a thousand bee's buzzing in the head, so were the endless voices of discontent. Pills only dulled the buzzing to a humming, that still caused turmoil and violent emotional storms. Now all is quiet as people in White coats with squeaky shoes come into the room. They move the now restful soul to another bed and wheel the mortal remains away. While somewhere in a quiet corner of eternity, the person that was is being reborn. A new creature with only one voice telling them what to do, and not many demons trying to steal a piece of their soul.

Weary child come unto me and I will let you rest. Wayward soul that has lost it's way follow me on the path that is straight. You that are thirsty, come and drink from my well. I will fill you will living water that will never run dry. Those who feel for gotten, know that I remember you. Even the Sparrow does not fall from it's nest that I do not see. Come set down your troubles and eat from my table. Let me help you bear your load, come lay your burdens down.