Autumn is the time of year
when summer sounds we no longer hear
and winter’s arrival is drawing near.
As leaves slowly begin to fall,
migrating birds follow nature’s call
to warmer climates for them all.
They fly to where warm breezes blow,
and somehow they just seem to know
that autumn is the time to go.
The instinct accepted by each one,
when no longer warmed by the late fall sun,
is to fly south before autumn is done.
Migrating birds in formation fly,
following their leader, not asking why,
steadily soaring across the sky.
There is surely a lesson to learn
from these birds, as we discern
there is a refuge where we can return.
When the coldness of sin is drawing near,
and we are filled with doubt and fear,
a still, small voice we need to hear.
We have a leader to be our Guide,
when from life’s problems we want to hide.
If we will follow, faithful and true,
God’s love and peace can come shining through.
© Connie Arnold, 2009
when summer sounds we no longer hear
and winter’s arrival is drawing near.
As leaves slowly begin to fall,
migrating birds follow nature’s call
to warmer climates for them all.
They fly to where warm breezes blow,
and somehow they just seem to know
that autumn is the time to go.
The instinct accepted by each one,
when no longer warmed by the late fall sun,
is to fly south before autumn is done.
Migrating birds in formation fly,
following their leader, not asking why,
steadily soaring across the sky.
There is surely a lesson to learn
from these birds, as we discern
there is a refuge where we can return.
When the coldness of sin is drawing near,
and we are filled with doubt and fear,
a still, small voice we need to hear.
We have a leader to be our Guide,
when from life’s problems we want to hide.
If we will follow, faithful and true,
God’s love and peace can come shining through.
© Connie Arnold, 2009
