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This blog started as a 'Lenten Writing Project', where we wrote each day in Lent. Now that Summer is here, let's keep up the discipline of writing with a weekly writing challenge! A prompt will be posted each week and anyone is welcome to join in and post their writing here or participate just by reading it.

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Sunday, October 7, 2012

The sermon in the leaves

It seems that leaves are all around us these days.  What can the lifecycle of a leaf - how it looks, the process it goes through, how they smell, what you can do with them, etc. teach you about spirituality.  Take a small or broad element of leaves - changing colors, their greenness in the spring, their absence in the winter - and write about it!

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  1. From Tree to Earth

    Poof.
    The shoot had turned from bud to leaf
    The leaf had turned from green to red
    and finally from soft to brittle.
    The stem was hard
    and the light wind
    on that autumn morning
    broke its last connection to the tree.
    Poof

    The fall was gentle.
    Rocking back and forth.
    Gravity’s work
    And the slow sweeping wind
    Made the leaf’s journey to the ground
    Playful, wistful.

    The journey from bud to leaf
    from hope to beauty
    from barrenness to fullness and back
    was complete.
    and even the end
    the journey from tree to the earth
    was graceful.

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    1. I can see and feel it changing, falling and recognize my journey. Like it alot!
      Marlene

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  2. Leafy Transitions
    By Marlene Obie


    The bus pulled off the road
    atop a bank of Autumn leaves
    and let its passengers
    step into ankle-deep memories
    where they swished, kicked and crunched,
    smiling over their relapse into childlike urges.

    Inside the blaze of color
    they’d come to view,
    there was permission
    to experience without handling

    Today they gently floated
    within a master’s artistry
    on a raft on the Skagit,
    their presence noted by eagles.
    Toning and volume of comments
    softened into pianissimo flow
    of the river.

    Out of a last rustling walk
    through the ditches,
    they returned to their ride
    and went back to
    chore-based views of leaves
    and thought about starting
    a leaf fight with someone at home.

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  3. It speaks to me of our instinct to play!! Thanks! Very nice.

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  4. November Trees

    Ebony skin lined with wrinkled trailing highways
    Standing tall in the ravine
    Demands vertical swooping gaze
    to take in the tender electric green upholstering
    Riotous golden afro
    Alive with nature
    Swaying and swinging
    The wind gently providing the sound for the dance.

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  5. the wind gently providing the sound for the dance - very nice - adds another sense to rest of it..

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