Leaf.
HEr.
Alone.
For God’s Sake.
She sat alone admiring.
To
the normal person it was just a leaf; a brown, crinkly piece of tree
trash that littered their yard each autumn. Something of a nuisance,
cursed by the tongs of the rake and the mouth of its operator. But she
wasn’t normal and therefore it wasn’t “just” a leaf. She
would brazenly argue with anyone who called it “just” a leaf. In her
world there was no “just” anything. Everything was part of something
else; something grander. “Just” invoked singularity and there was no
singularity in life. Life was plural. Everything was attached to
something else. The leaf was attached to the tree, the tree was attached
to the ground, the ground made up the earth, the earth was part of the
universe and somewhere out there floating in the cosmic abyss was its
Creator.
So it wasn’t “just” a leaf. It was part of the universe; part of God.
She lost herself in the transparency of the amber miracle she held in her hand.
“This is God’s paint.” she concluded.
Flowers were created to please humans. Their beauty makes us
happy. She remembered standing in her grandmother’s rose garden and the
ecstasy she felt surrounded by a palette of colors; rogue reds, yellows
that exploded and mingled with the sunlight and girlish pinks that when
stared at for any length of time, seem to her the most perfect color in
the world.
But
as she sat beneath the partially naked tree and looked over the valley
of autumn and saw the foliage tapestry of golden oaks and salmon maples
and birch trees whose white bark stood out staccato against the October
background she decided; while flowers brought humans pleasure, trees
(and especially leafs) were created to please God’s eye and bring beauty
and happiness to Him.
We
see His microscopic beauty in the small delicate petals of tulips; the
blossoming petunias and the determination of a daisy reaching for the
sunlit sky.
But
He sees His majestic beauty on a grander scale in the woods and forest;
the sprawling greens of summer; the mosaic oranges of autumn; the black
and white blanket of winter and the budding rainbows of spring
And
being an unselfish God, He shares this splendor by making hills and
mountains for humans to view His leafs; His paint; His art. And He
allows birds to live in it and caterpillars to eat it and kids to gather
it up and jump in it and grandmas to use it as compost for their rose
gardens. And to think its ”just” a leaf.
*I'm aware that the rest of the world spells the plural of leaf, leaves. But I refuse to follow that rule and I will spell the plural of leaf, leafs until the day I die and I encourage every other writer to do the same:)
*I'm aware that the rest of the world spells the plural of leaf, leaves. But I refuse to follow that rule and I will spell the plural of leaf, leafs until the day I die and I encourage every other writer to do the same:)
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