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| Taken October 7, 2011, Feast of the Holy Rosary, and my husband and my anniversary. Colors at Kline Creek Farm. Photo by Marianna Bartholomew |
By Marianna Bartholomew
such a mystical fascination
to watch the dropping leaves
the transition from
green and growing life
to blazing fragility
as each leaf
reaches its climax of beauty
at the threshold of death
then falling
nestles peacefully
with its fellows
glowing still
as with inner fire
seems to promise
a like transition
for us all
the end should come softly
but with a blaze of glory...
to watch the dropping leaves
the transition from
green and growing life
to blazing fragility
as each leaf
reaches its climax of beauty
at the threshold of death
then falling
nestles peacefully
with its fellows
glowing still
as with inner fire
seems to promise
a like transition
for us all
the end should come softly
but with a blaze of glory...
I wrote this poem some years ago and imagine it describes that very last moment in life, when the suffering of death has passed its climax and we're in our last moment, escaping the bonds of earth for eternity with God...Eternal rest grant unto our loved ones, O Lord, and may perpetual light shine upon them…
"I believe that I shall see the good things of the Lord, in the land of the living." Psalm 27
"A great happiness is granted to the Holy Souls that grows as they draw nearer God. For every glimpse which can be had of God exceeds any pain or joy a man can feel. The Holy Souls clearly see God to be on fire with extreme love for them. Strongly and unceasingly this love draws the soul with that uniting look, as if it had nothing else to do than this." Saint Catherine of Genoa
