In auburns, yellows, golds, and reds,
like these fall trees, its a time to shed.
and so, I'm letting all this fall away....

my reputation.

my control.

my need to understand.

my fears and doubts.

my world distorted take on what i am worth.

my pride.

my lust.

my inaction.

my failure, and my fear of it.


Its time for these roots to go deeper still,
to endure the winter storms
and see the new growth of spring
as the living waters of God seep down
and the wind comes like His breath,
giving life

where I was dead.