Now we have not received the spirit of the world, but the Spirit who is from God, so that we may know the things freely given to us by God.
I Corinthians 2:12
A patchwork covers my woodland,
it warms a cold day like a lit fire;
brings to life the shaded woods.
It reminds me of abundant gifts given;
given by the unseen Holy Spirit at
the point a heart surrenders to Christ.
Some colors are vibrant and seem to
shout their ever presence in space;
while other meekly blush their hues.
Some spiritual gifts are bold and used
to reach the masses in gathering spaces;
others are humble gifts in secret corners.
What value is a autumn’s display?
It pleases the eye of the beholder,
excites the heart and warms the body.
Unless one tromps an autumn wood,
drives passed a tree-lined country road
or sits among the last hurrah of growth;
they cannot grasp the emotions tangled
among thinly lined branches still clinging,
as spiritual gifts wait like leaves to fall!
Patti Wolf 