Death Gives

Fall.

The autumnal season.

Red River Gorge is on display.

Hues of magnificence, tones of brilliance, and shades of splendor.

I marvel at October’s leaf color palette.

I’m sure you do, too.

People from all over come to witness the end of their season.

Some things can be so beautiful when they are dying.

Like leaves.

Visible images are on display from an invisible God.

The season of their glory is all around for us to see.

My own tree-line has each one losing their grip.

A blanket of ground-cover they become before I gather.

They will amend my garden to generate anew.

Some things can be so generous when they are dying.

“O death, where is your victory?

O death, where is your sting?”

Death gives.

1 Corinthians 15:55