Monday, October 29, 2012

Then they rest



It's Autumn 
and I'm falling
back into 
Your arms...
dying to my plans,
my expectations,
my longings,
my dreams...
 I'm falling...
I'm resting...
I'm trusting
in You.

    
Nature trusts...

Nature doesn't argue with her Creator...
when Autumn arrives on schedule, 
leaves just let go, 
twirling...
trusting...
and
then 
they 
rest.

© Wingdreamer