Leaf
Disconnected from its life-giving source,
beautiful in its vibrant color
it is nevertheless dying.
Yet floating.
As if on outstretched wings,
trusting in God's purpose for it.
Even though its earthly purpose is now past,
it did not live in vain.
For a season it gave life to the tree from which it came.
And, even in the dying there is beauty.
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May I be like the leaf.
Beautiful.
Trusting.
Carried.
For the season that is my life.
Realizing my ultimate purpose;
to glorify God in my body
to rest in my Father's care.
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