Fall Leaves

autumn approaches

leaves begin to fall

their glory fading

their life nearly spent

a little tattered

a little dry

soon to crumble

into dust

a child looks down

and picks them up

ohs and ahs

giving them glory

calling them pretty

offers a gift

leaves now a treasure

the same is true

of the human heart

it beats and thrives

it bleeds

it aches

tattered and torn

and yet

a treasure just the same

As the leaves cover the ground outside our door, Alexandra is mesmerized.  One of her favorite things is to take a walk and pick up treasures.  Among her favorite are the leaves.  Every leaf she picks up, regardless of its condition is pretty.  And every leaf she enjoys giving to others.  Though it is a dried up old leaf, it has become my treasure.  Why?  Because my granddaughter gave it to me with love shining in her eyes.

Although some of us have been wounded and our only a shadow of our former glory, we still have worth.  We still have potential to be a treasure, because we still love.

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