Fallen leaves swirling skyward,
A wild dance, mimicking life.
Light draining, early and indifferent,
From this city I never embraced.
The absence of all of you,
Trails --
A pearly vapour
Suffusing Thanksgiving.
Our stories disconnect,
Yet persist, suggest
Not our own, divine.
I decided to spend Thanksgiving Day in solitude and prayer, away from the celebratory hubbub that always delighted me. I longed to step into a new season of walking in God's marvellous light, and glimpse (or see with eyes of faith) the outlines of a path out from my long transition. I missed my absent best friends with whom I'd celebrated Thanksgiving and served God in our church-plant these amazing years till last December.
I believe my prayer is being answered in the heavenlies. Meanwhile, one overnight fruit (yes, 24 hrs!) of my quiet day was this poem. I'd not written for such a long time, and I thank Jinsook who sweetly, insistently, unabashedly reminded me to write, week after week. She must be one of those people who know how to knock on Heaven's door. : )
I really want to write again. Not indulgently like in my college years, but maybe to flip open a few more windows in this vast online space to God's glory.
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