To the editor:
Since autumn is my favorite season, I'd like to share this poem that I wrote a few years ago. The title is "Autumn Years."
Lord, may the leaves of my life show forth your beauty in the autumn of my years.
May each leaf fall gently on those I meet, sharing your love where once there were tears.
Some leaves have turned to a rusty brown;
they speak of the babe born in Bethlehem town.
The leaves that are yellow are telling the story
of the Prince of peace, the King of glory.
Other brilliant leaves of orange hue
share of the joy I've found in you.
Those red leaves falling are reminding each one
of the saving blood of your precious Son.
When the last leaf has fallen and my autumn here is past,
Winter's sting will have no victory, I'll behold your face at last.