The dance of swirling leaves had ended.
They rested in a welcoming evergreen cushion.
But the music continued…
a song played out in the memory of the dance.
So with life’s rhythms. We swirl to each day’s song;
Then repose…the making of music in a rest.
“Return to your rest, O my soul,
for the Lord has dealt bountifully with you.”
Psalm 116: 7