Unordered Grace

I was filled with wonder

That a God who ordered the universe

Could author the abstract canvas

that filled my view that autumn day.

A riot of reds, oranges, and yellows

A chaos of contrast and contour and shade

and hues of unnamed pigments

A silent requiem

Framed against the hazy

Thin white smoke of an October sky.

The slow burn of fall

A quiet conflagration

Serving no good purpose

Beyond a transitory delight,

A silent parade of colour

For the creator and the created.

Before the monochrome

Of the coming winter

Where the forest would rest

Until the greening of spring.

Giving us courage

To hope for the same.

A gift of unordered grace.