Fall

Digital Designs by Sandi Staton

Why do people shudder

When you enter the door?

Can it be they can’t let go of Summer’s hand,

Her beauty and charm?

Do her warm sunny beaches

Have them under her spell?

Or maybe it’s her breezy whispers

On a sultry starlit night.

Her lovely serenades.

Her enticing scents.

Yet, Summer, in all her shimmering glory,

Pales in comparison to you.

As a kindly grandfather

You enter my door,

Your long white beard flowing.

You grasp my hand,

It’s surprisingly warm,

Just like the smile on your face.

The jewels you bring are magnificent,

A panorama of reds and golds

Glistening from the trees.

The air is crisp and clean,

Invigorating after a long,

Lazy hot summer.

Even the sun is friendlier.

Less intense.

As if relieved that you are here.

Though summer beckons me still,

I’m content to be with you.

I think of you often

Throughout the year.

The joy you bring,

Especially when I was a child.

Summer wasn’t into carving pumpkins,

Or dressing up for Halloween.

And she never dreamed of putting on a coat

 And playing in the leaves.

Like Christmas,

I could hardly wait for your arrival.

Summer’s crying.

Like a child she clings,

Knowing that her charms

Are slowly fading away.

Your days are shorter and cooler.

Your nights are long and cold.

You scatter leaves everywhere,

And raking seems an endless task.

But I love you old friend.

And I’m ever grateful for the privilege

Of meeting you again.

~ Sandi

Author: Sandi Staton

So, I'm sitting here trying to figure out how to describe myself to you, and these are the words jumping up and down in my heart: I'm just a simple human being living in a complicated, messed-up world. I speak my mind. I love hard. My feelings run deep. When push comes to shove, I stand my ground. Sometimes I push back. Sometimes I walk away. I've surfed the crashing waves of life that threatened to destroy me only to make me stronger. I bear the scars of emotional rape, sadness, and depression. I've walked the golden streets of churches and religion only to be disappointed time and time again. And as a result, it's taken me seventy-five years to get where I'm sitting today; a sinner saved by grace through the blood of Jesus Christ. I fell at the cross. I repented of my sins, and Jesus saved and washed me clean. I still fall flat on my face. I still get dirty as a pig in a mudhole. And Jesus still picks me up, dries my tears, forgives me again and again, and continues walking close beside me. No one has ever loved me like that. And no one ever will.

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