I took a walk. Among all the fallen leaves on the ground, I found these to be the most visible and beautiful. One orange. One yellow. It wasn’t the size. It wasn’t the color. It wasn’t even the shape that caught my eye. It was their beautifully embedded veins within.
I picked them up and held them toward the light. Their old age displayed a work of art. The veins which once held life were now empty. But even in its emptiness, the leaf continued to breathe life within me.
Nothing stays the same for very long. The deluge of transition shifts with the seasons leaving us with new surroundings. If that’s not happening, then life is not being lived to the fullest.
Like the veins in the leaf, I believe we’ve all been given the same life giving source to a pure life. These leaves, once green and dancing on branches, giving shelter…have now fallen in the shade of a vibrant warmth where the ordinary meets the extraordinary.
Much like the fallen leaf, we face trials and triumphs. And while giving all it had to give, even until its last breath of fresh air…it still brought out a sense of life within me, with all its exposed veins and distress.
Beauty comes in all forms. Even in death. For me, life is a series of revelations. Every aspect of life, the good and the not so good, is an awakening. The more I look within my soul, the more I see who I was, who I am, and who God still wants me to become. Sometimes, we have to believe in something before it can actually be seen. I believe God has given me a purpose and it’s for me to seek and find.
When all is said and done, and much like the leaf, I have breathed my last breath…my prayer is that I have been uncompromising in my dignity, integrity and my deep faith in God. There’s nothing more valuable than the veins to the direct blood line of my soul.