Autumn colors dance in my mind As I take my brush in hand And desperately try to re-create The beauty God placed on this land
Trees sway gently grass bends low Caressed by the morning breeze Can I capture this flood of emotion And display it before me with ease
My heart is trembling within me As I labor with deft bold strokes I must seize this desperate moment My consuming passion invokes
I feel that God placed this beauty For me and only for me To re-create in his image For all of the world to see
Written by my father Robert Bennett
I found this poem after my father passed away. Before he passed, Hospice was involved in assisting me with his care. They asked if he wanted a Minister to come around. He adamantly refused to have a Minister even step foot inside his house. I think he lost all faith in God when his wife was taken away from him in a car accident. This poem tells me that deep down in his heart he DID believe in God.