I have been overtaken by the color of the leaves.

Sugary reds and faded yellowy greens

For now, they are falling slowly like the bits of me

All the answers I am searching for so desperately

When will this falling apart bring glory to His name?

And how can I disconnect myself from fame?

I’m attracted to the trees and their way of surrendering their beauty

Stretching higher, hoping to be closer to their Creator.

To know and to make Christ known is their game.

Teach me the same. Less thinking, more falling.

To know Christ and Make Him known

it does not matter where or how.

It matters now.

Maybe I was created to fall, fall down on my knees.

And to stretch towards to the heavens, Let go of all my leaves.