In the stillness of this autumn morning, a single leaf falls,
let loose from the mooring that birthed it, gave it life.
In abandon, it falls to take its place on the carpet below,
no longer one alone but one of a myriad, its identity seemingly lost.
But it is not lost.
It is seen by the gaze of the Creator-God Who knows even now
if it will be gathered to burn in the pungent fire
or find its place on the fertile soil of tomorrow’s garden.

Sara McKeefer, October 16, 2014