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Pile Of Leaves
by louis gander Our knowledge grew but wisdom knew a massive pile of leaves. Wind kicked them high. We watched them fly on God's stiff autumn breeze. Without a care they danced up there. If each one was a letter, they'd flock like birds creating words while God puts them together. If words were formed would hearts be warmed or ruin all our plans? Are we so smart we'd fall apart and then make our demands? Oh, have not we, humility and other Godly traits? Please give us peace as burdens cease - for patience always waits. Not one's shoving. Leaves are loving. They begin this phrase. "Your disbelief in every leaf cannot give God the praise!" Yes, it'd be weird if words appeared and we'd not have to guess. But notice there, a simple prayer that goes something like this: "Savior Jesus, please don't give us everything we want. This world brings so many things - those things we only flaunt. So we'll be true to only You and have no other 'gods'. Then You may ease our temper please, so we won't be at odds." If we can't learn and can't discern, restrain us then in fetters. Please underline, bold font is fine - and then enlarge the letters. Our knowledge grows - but wisdom knows a massive pile of leaves. Wind kicks them high. We watch them fly on God's stiff autumn breeze. Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |