One little leaf is waving at me—
its fellow leaves already drifted down
to meet the ground,
performed their final dance
of the season.
But this little guy
is hanging on—
he seems to know I’m here
watching, and needing to stay alert,
to be cheered on,
to remember I don’t have to do it myself—
it’s the wind
that makes me glorious
that moves me
that ignites my joy
that makes my brilliant light flash
a beacon to others
an act of praise to God—
as one of His “untired
worshippers.”
—Joan Wolcott
*Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health, p. 220.
