The leaves fell thick on the lawn, and I mowed them back. Around and around on the tractor, herding these dead things that once sought oxygen off from the lawn, where they were currently busy choking life away from the grass.
As I mowed, more and more leaves fell, some clinging to my hair, some traveling across the yard (or hopefully into the neighbor's) to land. It felt like a losing battle– so many more leaves on the trees! The war of autumn is to keep the leaves on the dirt, where they can benefit the trees and slowly return to dust.
And it's like the battle of life against death– the dark cover that blinds, chokes, and deceives being pushed back to let the Light in. But in this world, the mower doesn't always seem to be doing its job. Death rules...doesn't it?
Oh, but not for long! After fall's leaves and winter's snow have been pushed back we WILL see the sun. Darkness lost its power and dominion. Oh death, where is now thy sting?
We are free.
AMEN! And to God be given the praise by whom death and darkness were conquered.
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