Continuing this series of quoted ponderings and Bible verses about growing older. (Click ~here~ to read others.) Today, I am sharing a poem by Amy Carmichael, found in Mountain Breezes.
~ Amy Carmichael
Great Giver of my lovely green in Spring,
A dancing, singing green upon my tree,
My green has passed; I have no song to sing;
What will my Autumn be?
Must it be, thought alive, as all but dead,
A heavy-footed and a silent thing?
Effectless, sapless, tedious, limited,
A withered vanishing?
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This I; but He to me: "Have I not shown
In Autumn woodland and on mountain fell
The splendor of My purpose for Mine own?
Fear not, for all is well.
"And thou shalt see, My child, what I will do,
For as thy lingering Autumn days unfold,
The lovely, singing green of hitherto
Will come to thee in gold."
Does this poem say anything to you? Does it give you encouragement for the "Autumn" of your life?