The Brilliant Gift

Thanks be to God, Autumn is on the way back, Last warm sunshine falls upon the grassy path ways, Leaves on branches racing to change their dresses, Ablaze with new color in the brilliant golden rays. In the blue open sky birds wandering, Far away distance wind visiting golden leaves, Oh my heart is like a tiny kite floating, On the wing of Autumn wind I, also, greeting. Picking up the withered leaves to feel the warmth, For, God's love wrapped inside each leave, God's love is filled in the air, For the life, love of God I breathe. Thanks be to God for the brilliant gift, The colors of God's grace and healing, Suddenly, I realize why the Autumn is so withered Because this world still has so much sufferings. Thanks be to God for the colorful Fall, Autumn in exile full of immense nostalgic days, God's love is greater than the universe I am a lowly servant, my mercy Lord, how can I repay? Thanks be to God for a vibrant color present to this world, Like the love of God for humanity, God died for mankind to live, For this life, forever and ever, in God's love and mercy Joe Nguyen (Sept, 2016)