01-11-2010, 09:37 AM
Just before the autumn leaves fall, the trees strikingly take on spectacular and stunning colors. It is like a salute to the leaves that will soon furl and sail away with the winds. Will the tree still love the tree when the branches are shorn of all their leaves? Soon after will come cold times and bitter seasons. Even the sap of life becomes stiff and slow flowing. Now is the test of Love because love is real when it can endure all things: the bare moments of life, the sad moments of life, the poor moments of life, and the sick moments of life.
Will your Love still find the autumn tree a sweet place to hug and hold on to? Will you say: I will park my heart in the cuddle of your arms for I have conquered Love with Love and I am more than a conqueror; for I have become manifested in my heart with the blooms of Love.
O’ how I remember the fall of leaves; for leaves, like innocent blips of life, were parachuting to mother Earth and rolling along the ground by the breezing winds. More than a thousand print-of-leaves stories, written in nature as turns of the world of a person’s life, called upon their acts to thank God for AMs Love and Mercy .
O’ Autumn Love, how I would miss you if you went away till winter’s cold blasts were through. How I would bleed of my very sap blood for this death, and how I would sorrow in the anguish needed to express its tears. Autumn Love, play for me your song; sing for me your verses. With splendid impose I send this passionate ascending wish with my delegates called hope, hope, and hope, that there be no charge laid against those leaves of fall who cannot, even with the power of tears, hold to the height any longer. For seasons come and seasons go, and what has ascended must at some time descend to plant new seed. Indelible Fervent, write an anthem that the gods of embryo come to birth ten thousand canaries strong and their songs from warm lands move across the Earth to my spot and bring spring for new leaves again. As sparks fly upward, my Love is so great and full of magnitude it could ignite the heavens. In the calendar of my mind I can find no dates that should be loveless days. The gravity that resisted the ascent of my heart, has signed a release for my freedom to fly beyond what any bird could wing.
This is my Autumn Love testimony: My Love is like a tree planted by the rivers of paradise; I have become an arbour for a grape vine whose great juices are sweeter than the finest sugars. Go away pest of time. I go to sit by the fireplace; and, while the logs heated with fires pop and glow a deep hot, let me read the stories of Love from the Book of Books called the Word of God. Ten thousand angels on the dark side could not hold back from the plumes of God’s pure Love. For if God is not Love, then I am lost in the darkness of my own black hole, and my Love will never be able to escape so to release my Love.
But God is Love: and the best magic bows, and the best ideas salute. And kisses become faces of caring looks of compassion from which all evil turns away. Autumn Love, I am grounded in your roots; I am windowed between the branches of your trees. I am aloft, and the air here is very clean and very good. Autumn Love, you are mine forever!
Will your Love still find the autumn tree a sweet place to hug and hold on to? Will you say: I will park my heart in the cuddle of your arms for I have conquered Love with Love and I am more than a conqueror; for I have become manifested in my heart with the blooms of Love.
O’ how I remember the fall of leaves; for leaves, like innocent blips of life, were parachuting to mother Earth and rolling along the ground by the breezing winds. More than a thousand print-of-leaves stories, written in nature as turns of the world of a person’s life, called upon their acts to thank God for AMs Love and Mercy .
O’ Autumn Love, how I would miss you if you went away till winter’s cold blasts were through. How I would bleed of my very sap blood for this death, and how I would sorrow in the anguish needed to express its tears. Autumn Love, play for me your song; sing for me your verses. With splendid impose I send this passionate ascending wish with my delegates called hope, hope, and hope, that there be no charge laid against those leaves of fall who cannot, even with the power of tears, hold to the height any longer. For seasons come and seasons go, and what has ascended must at some time descend to plant new seed. Indelible Fervent, write an anthem that the gods of embryo come to birth ten thousand canaries strong and their songs from warm lands move across the Earth to my spot and bring spring for new leaves again. As sparks fly upward, my Love is so great and full of magnitude it could ignite the heavens. In the calendar of my mind I can find no dates that should be loveless days. The gravity that resisted the ascent of my heart, has signed a release for my freedom to fly beyond what any bird could wing.
This is my Autumn Love testimony: My Love is like a tree planted by the rivers of paradise; I have become an arbour for a grape vine whose great juices are sweeter than the finest sugars. Go away pest of time. I go to sit by the fireplace; and, while the logs heated with fires pop and glow a deep hot, let me read the stories of Love from the Book of Books called the Word of God. Ten thousand angels on the dark side could not hold back from the plumes of God’s pure Love. For if God is not Love, then I am lost in the darkness of my own black hole, and my Love will never be able to escape so to release my Love.
But God is Love: and the best magic bows, and the best ideas salute. And kisses become faces of caring looks of compassion from which all evil turns away. Autumn Love, I am grounded in your roots; I am windowed between the branches of your trees. I am aloft, and the air here is very clean and very good. Autumn Love, you are mine forever!