The veining of each golden leaf
Grows clearer in the icy winds,
So the seeing of each graying soul
Grows eager to view the whole
Of all that passed through last seasons,
Searching for good reasons…
As my hair stripes in platinum
I settle on my wondrous children
First and grand, they bring me joy.
Each grown and growing girl and boy
Like the leaves their veining show
That in past and present, they do know
The Father Reason that they live-
To trust, and love, and give
In Christ who graciously came
To forgive us deserved blame.
And if I’ve done my mother’s part,
They’ll abide within that Spirit’s heart.
Hope Ellen Rapson