Show me Your ways, O Lord; Teach me Your paths. Lead me in Your truth and teach me, For You are the God of my salvation; On You I wait all the day.
Psalms 25:4-5
Snow settles in the pines
making moist every needle.
Morning skies are gray,
as wet pavement shines.
Late autumn brings chill:
seasons ever-changing,
moments of brilliant color,
then barren landscape.
Lessons seep into my mind;
making fertile my empty places.
Morning Bible study is bright;
my parched spirit left behind.
Late autumn brings warmth
between the pages of light,
truth and love from my Father.
No longer dry, but now alive.
Patti Wolf 