Show us your glory, O Living Presence
and teach us to rise by descending.
Here, it is autumn. The colours of leaves heighten, they rise even as they fall. In the plainest or sorriest of moments they may take our breath away. They flood us with wonder at something we have not brought about but can only receive. Each leaf offers to us its small gift of wisdom.
Show us your glory, O Living Presence, teach us to rise by descending. Teach us though the falling: of leaves, of striving, of time and age – rising.
I watch the bright and the bareness. I feel the free-falling into the supple Web of Love that never breaks or ends.