Reflections on Light

Fall leaves flutter about in cool breeze,
Care-free birds dart in and out of hedges,
A neighbor mows his lawn in the distance,
Probably for the last time this year,
The lady across the street gathers
A last bouquet of  beautiful roses.
Of all the autumn delights that confront me
As I sit here on stone garden bench,
It's setting-sun rays that get me most --
Light shines on forest floor,
Light plays on trunks of trees,
Light glints off rusting-wire fence
A farmer put up long before we moved in.

But there's a thought much higher
Than enchanting light of earth --
It's something Christ Jesus once said:
"I am the light of the world:  he that
Followeth after me shall not walk in darkness,
But shall have the light of life."
               (John 8:12)

The beauty of this light
Can never fade to black.
It's presence and its power
Followers of His can never lack.