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This is what of God I’m learning,
this is something I believes,
that He gets up every morning
and jumps into a pile of leaves
with a whooping holy joy
that resounds among the hills,
and that’s the thing we should employ
to cure our own and others’ ills.
Grim piety just doesn’t work,
the hair-shirt makes the best of us
look like a dour judgmental jerk
who’s glad to toss beneath the bus
every semblance of a smile
that makes Creation feel worthwhile.
Alas! The ground, the streets, the gutters,
With countless little leafies cluttered,
Into large piles we used to burn
As seasons turned, again they turn.
A canine lesson serves us well.
‘Tis to be welcomed! All is well.
Thank you, Steve, for sharing an image I will enjoy beyond this moment. And one that recalls memories of jumping into leaf piles as a child. A thrill to enjoy then and I wish for the younger bones to do it now.
Andrew Budek-Schmeisser
This is what of God I’m learning,
this is something I believes,
that He gets up every morning
and jumps into a pile of leaves
with a whooping holy joy
that resounds among the hills,
and that’s the thing we should employ
to cure our own and others’ ills.
Grim piety just doesn’t work,
the hair-shirt makes the best of us
look like a dour judgmental jerk
who’s glad to toss beneath the bus
every semblance of a smile
that makes Creation feel worthwhile.
Karen Cerny
Perfectly said, Andrew.
Gordon
Alas! The ground, the streets, the gutters,
With countless little leafies cluttered,
Into large piles we used to burn
As seasons turned, again they turn.
A canine lesson serves us well.
‘Tis to be welcomed! All is well.
Karen Cerny
Thank you, Steve, for sharing an image I will enjoy beyond this moment. And one that recalls memories of jumping into leaf piles as a child. A thrill to enjoy then and I wish for the younger bones to do it now.