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Falling Leaves



A poem written by Joyce Rupp, which I have adapted and added to, based on the concepts in Joyce’s chapter on autumn in her book ‘May I have this dance?’

To constant accompaniment of birdsong
The leaves fall down
From wide oak and high ash
They twirl to the ground,
Dancing the autumn death dance
Beneath the great blue sky.

The leaves seem glad at the going
(Is there something I don’t know?)
Sparkling in the mellow sunlight
Their gentle rustling filling the air

One, then another and another
On they skim down from above
Bedding the forest floor before me
With comforting crunches as I step

This gigantic sea of dying leaves
Does not smell of sorrow or sadness
Rather the earth is ringing with joy
As the leaves make music in the wind.
It is not a dull grey scene
But one bursting with colour
And with beauty
If you have eyes to see it.

Why is this dance of death so lovely?
Why do the leaves seem so willing to go?
They don’t want to hang on to the bitter end
To be broken down and discoloured
They want to be released
Still beautiful
Shortly after the fullness of summer.

The leaves are subtle reminders
That we are asked to let go
To be thankful for what’s gone before
To release with love
And to find peace
Even in the face of death.

Nothing is wasted in nature
The fallen leaves generously give
Life and nourishment
To the new growth
Just as we who remain living
Can draw goodness
From all that those departed gave us
If we nourish that goodness
It can bring growth in us.

Autumn is a season of death
But also a time of thanksgiving
For the abundant harvest that’s been.
Winter then brings times of quiet reflection
Clarity and stark beauty
And both pave the way for the new life
And new growth of Spring.





Connection with God

Closeness to Him

Conversation with Him

Resting in Him

Receiving from Him

Is like breathing air.

Deep breaths

Life giving




As we go about our daily lives

We dip our heads underwater

Hold our breath

Until we can bring our heads up

To breathe deeply again.

Holding our breath for too long

Is uncomfortable, unhealthy, dangerous even

And unnecessary.

The air is right there

Just above our heads

Always available

But it’s our choice

To push up and breathe.

Breathing is admitting dependence on the air.

Holding our breath is saying

We don’t need the air

That we were created to live on.

To survive well


In our daily lives

In the atmosphere and culture around us

We need breathing apparatus

A snorkel

So we can breathe Him in

Even underwater.

Constant closeness


Awareness of His presence and love

In the midst of the hurley burley of life.

But it’s uncomfortable, unsatisfying

To survive on snorkel air all the time.

We still need to lift our heads out of the water

To meet with Him

To breathe deeply.

Take some time

To hang out with Him

To be amazed

To share life

To receive

To breathe.


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