THE PATTERNS OF LIFE

BY

Laura Lee Christian


Rolling gentle hills
in the luster of autumn,
trees by a resplendent stream
reflecting their beautiful colors
in the rippling movement,
their branches sway in the
gentle breezes
as they change the color 
of their garments.
The clear turquoise sky
in the relaxing afternoon
does not hint at the
coming of winter,
on the rolling hills
the trees are content to be
where God has given them life,
the evergreens indulge themselves
in the end of the summer heat.
On the rocky shores of the
river bed,
the unordered rocks
bathe in the warmth,
as the cool waters pass by
taking no notice.
And the fish beneath its surface
are in their own world.
What would they think
if they could see our's
and swim around in it?
Oh lazy sun
how long will you linger?
How long can I enjoy
the comfort of this moment?
I'm looking forward to eternity
when no clock or responsibilities
will hurry me forward.
The leafy trees are giving off
their great finale
in the luster of this
cycle of their life
and the seasons move forward
in their patterns
as I must move forward
into the pattern of
my own life.
