Good day, friends…
I’m so happy you’ve come by to visit. Since it’s September and raining on and off in my neck of the woods, I thought I’d re-post the following. I hope you enjoy it. Autumn has always seemed to me to be a time of introspection and preparation for renewal. May your day be full of good and happiness.
An afternoon, September rain catches my attention, and invites me to sit a while. The rocking chair seems the best place, and cradles me and my thoughts like a gentle mother, while briefly reminding me of time spent cradling my own child in this very chair. I look out of the window; the grayness never had so much color. I smile at that paradoxical thought.
A branch of a tree, hidden around the corner of the house, sticks out like a long arm; it’s leaves still green, still firmly attached, not yet affected by any change in the season. The rain has saturated the branch. Drops fall from it one by one, like round, glistening pearls, as if they know each must take a turn as not to upstage the other. But some seem to lose their timing, and two or three fall at once until the rhythm is once again recovered. I can’t help but notice that no matter how many droplets fall, more get added on until the poor thing is heavily laden with its tear-like burden.
How can such seemingly weightless little drops weigh down a branch with such intensity? That pitiful extremity could be anyone’s life, I think to myself – weighed down by worldly droplets; trials which leave one unable to move. Often those unmerciful times, like raindrops, come one after the other becoming heavier by the minute until one is so saturated by the downpour, that each subsequent drop feels as if it is landing in slow motion.
I look at that branch bending from it’s cumbersome, transparent cloak. It seems to say, “I have faith this will end soon, the sun will shine, and I will again rise to the height of God’s purpose.” Faith keeps that branch from breaking under the strain of it’s heavyhearted predicament, and I realize that my faith helps me to bend like that determined branch. After all, it’s true – rains don’t last forever. Even the Great Flood came to an end, the sun shone, and man once again rose to the height of God’s purpose. So was this September rain a reminder of my faith and purpose; my strength and verve. So was this September rain my compass in the storm of life.
Copyright©2003 Marianne Coyne
As promised here is the first version of an inspired September afternoon in 2003. On June 25th I posted ‘Out of the Blue“, the second version of this quiet, yet powerful contemplative day. If you haven’t read it, or wish to read it again, you can click here for the June post.
Thank you all for visiting here on Leisure Lane. I hope I’ve stirred a little something in you of hope, faith, or at least a quiet deep breath. You are all very special to me.
Until next time, may happy days abound!
Note: The above image is an altered detail from an original oil painting, “Path of Hope”, by Marianne Coyne. The prose is written by Marianne Coyne, copyright©2003. All rights reserved.