Sanctuary #novemberblogfest

Everywhere we walk is a blanket of leaves.

Where there are not enough leaves more float down from above us like butterflies which have fallen asleep in the air. If we look to the arcs of branches above us sunlight filters through their pattern of color like church windows. Greens, reds, and yellows become transulecnt and draw your eye higher to the clear blue above them. Somehow you know God is in this place.

Everything here seems gentle. The way the breeze tangles it’s fingers around the leaves; the way our foot falls are softened and the city noise is forgotten all fill the air with breath like a child sleeping. I hear him sigh and look up; suddenly I am caught in a flock of schmetterlings. 

We are surrounded.

The leaves fall faster now and I can hear them chatter above my head. I pause; smile and look at Paul. He must see something reflective of joy in my face. He shines the way he does when he knows I am happy.

He asks me what I am thinking about.

I tell him that you can hear the leaves talk. He wants to know what they are saying. I don’t know. I tell him I can’t understand them.

But they speak in a language which makes my heart happy.