The leaves were yellowing
The yellow leaves were falling
I could see them falling
Could feel them falling
Falling, falling, falling
Their time has come
Time waits for none.
A new season is on the horizon. I could see many changes taking place around me. As you usual, I did not venture out much. No, there are so many things I wanted to do. In my capacity as a father, older brother, son, and husband, my hand must have been full should I be able to perform all my duties. But here, I spent my time at home as if someone would carry me over and over. Yes, the presence of my God did bring me peace from time to time.
Removing the leaves:
I walked down to clean my car – the only car I could afford while my family gets expanded for the very first time. My car looks deserted at times. Cars do not have emotions; it’s my emotions that run high taking me to my memory room. Vehicles are a bunch of metal shaped together by the engineer.
Yet somehow I felt connected with it. If things are going as my plan, it’s supposed to be my temporary wheel before I drive my dream vehicle. The last time I drive it, someone has to rescue us in the middle of the road. It’s a dream, always a dream, and it’s good to have a dream. I will dream on, keep dreaming for a better life till the end.
The Yellow Leaves:
Today, I gently removed the fallen yellow leaves on my car. The windshield was covered with fallen twigs and yellow leaves all over. I picked up the yellow leaves which were in fine shape. But then I don’t know why I did it. The yellow leaves were simply too beautiful to be blown away by the seasonal wind.
It would just be a matter of time before they were reduced to ashes. So, I took some of them with me for my children to make something out of it. They were just too precious to let it go. Just before I went up to my room, the wind blows again. This time it brought down a bunch of golden leaves spreading all over the place again.
Feeling the falling Leaves:
For some time, I stand under the /h3tree to feel the falling leaves. I spread out my arms to feel them falling. I was reminded that I am very much alive than these yellow leaves. The leaves were spreading on the ground, they were once processing carbon dioxide into oxygen as per science. There were times I used an oxygen mask in the hospital as I saw it in my previous photos. The good and the worst part is I don’t remember the medical practitioner advising me to do it as I’m unconscious.
In the morning, noon, and evening, I would watch the leaves falling from the tree. Then again, I am filled with the hope that new leaves will come up in their place. I have seen it before, and I believe this time too, the tree will be covered with green leaves as much as before. And, I said to myself it’s a belief just because I have seen it happen before. If not, what would be on my mind?
The fallen leaves were still colourful and attractive. But they are no more among the living things. I saw the sweeper working hard on them to put them away. Their precious time has ended. The sweeper also know how precious they were when they were on the tree. As we called it, they are the kitchen of a plant or tree. Yet they were done with their work, the foods they prepared so far were stored in the tree standing waiting for the dry season to end.
Waning Leaves?
As for me, I have so many things in my mind to work with. But then I stalled my work, a book idea I was given although I understand time waits for none. Have you been here, the guilty feeling of one-self -thinking we could do more? When the body is weak as it is fighting for survival in the mind. Sometimes, I felt waning deep inside us. It’s refining me in the process.
Why, Lord, do you stand far off? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble? Ps. 10:1
Serving our purpose:
I always reminded myself I am not the best at what I’m doing right now. However, if this is the purpose I am here on earth in my frail physical body, then I ought to do it happily. Let me store food in the heart of my children for their lifetime and the next generation. What a big challenge it is!
It is one’s own happiness versus usefulness in our everyday life.
Not Yet Falling:
Sometimes, I’m afraid to pour all my heart out to anyone. Our relatives, the ones whom we grew up with were the ones who don’t understand the most! But if I’m not wrong, it is because of our expectation on the level of understanding of each other. I need a listening heart. So, I pour it out to God. Sometimes I cry, sometimes I smile with the Lord. He is always here for me.
The Lord will keep you from all harm — he will watch over your life; the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore. Ps.121:8
Like the yellow leaves:
I may fall before my final fall but the Lord will pick me up and heal me. It is because I know the Lord defends even the earthly mortals like me. Ps.10:18
Still, our time here on earth is short. We’re often reminded, yet in a different way. This earth is not our home. Our citizenship is in heaven. Phil. 3:20
I am just like a leaf. I hope to look better with my golden yellow leaves. But my final fall on the ground is in the hands of God.
