Breathe New Life

My Autumn Walk

By:  William Cullen Bryant

On woodlands ruddy with autumn
The amber sunshine lies;
I look on the beauty round me,
And tears come into my eyes.

                                                                                                (stanza 1)

This poem delights me--and there are many more stanzas.  It is this first stanza that says it all--the autumn falls about us...and rather than the pall of death, we breathe in life of color and crisp air.  Tears come to our eyes, perhaps by whisp of wind or the beauty of color--before us is the grandeur of God.   

And when was the last time you dropped what you were doing to see what God is doing around you?