The world is declaring harvest
All around us the season is changing
The trees which tower above us are surrendering to the season.
Branches that were once heavy with lush, green leaves
Are now wilfully releasing their golden coloured remains
Tree limbs are reaching up like arms to heaven in surrender
And God is painting them the colour of fire – gold, yellow, red.
Will we do the same?
Will we surrender to a new season and all that is required of us?
Will we raise our hands to heaven in surrender
And allow God to set us on fire?
Will we release what we hold in our hands in order to see the harvest?