Hope comes when we need it the most, and expect it the least!
An artist’s palette of brightly colored leafs to be raked
Cinnamon-spiced apple crisp, begging to be baked!
Thanksgiving for more than a glorious life, in spite of heartaches
Hard work, the good fight, while opposition accumulates!
Our God is good, so we share abundant blessings
We rise above gracefully, without second-guessings!
The wind whipping through, tearing dead branches off trees
Clearing out sadness, with each passing breeze.
Before the storm-bursts appear, skis filling with fright
The leveling occurs, building atop the sacred site.
Our hearts faithful to One, looking up in search of our friend
Translating upward to meet, just before the end.