Fallen Leaves

The morning bird

atop a tree

perched as if in heaven,


knowingly sang

lyrics of love

to notes of glory.

While wind wrestled

fallen leaves

play God’s anthem

of not yet

across the skies.


I wrote this poem several years ago.  For those who know me best and have experienced my fear of birds, I don’t know why I paid attention to the morning bird atop a tree.  But when I did, God spoke.  I invite you to pay attention to your least favorite thing and let God’s anthem speak.

One thought on “Fallen Leaves

  1. Ben says:

    So…all birds are not bad (hummingbirds, bird’s atop a tree)?

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