True Colours
Wandering along a forest path on a glorious October day in Michigan, I revelled in the reds, pinks, oranges and golds of the turning leaves. Aging… how beautifully they do it: the green mask of chlorophyll seeps away and their true colours appear. Then a dance on the wind and freedom. My aging seems a bit different, Lord. Each new wrinkle comes with a free memory lapse or joint ache. I feel less graceful, slower, less useful……
I hear laughter in the chatter of the leaves dancing around my feet and an inner voice whispers hope and truth: “If I live in you, and you in me, your aging will be as beautiful as these leaves. For what is revealed as youth slips away and a faithful soul ages is simply more of ME, and I am Love. I am your true colour. You are beautiful.