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!