A prophetic poem for an expectant church
Autumn leaves,
Fallen and discarded,
They lie crestfallen and dirty.
Their wondrous colours fading into the night.
Silent and dead they appear,
When all ‘ a sudden they’re woken!
They stir, float and fly, are diligently gathered and powerfully charged
With Love’s passionate zeal.
A riotous throng, tumultuous in sight and song, they invade a waiting ark,
And heaven’s bride, she expectantly smiles,
Greets and cheers, embraces and soothes.
And Jesus? He bursts into rapturous laughter like a groom on his wedding day.
