Just Words

I have been blessed in this life with many wonderful and amazing things but the gift of words is not one of those things. Just because one is not gifted in something though does not mean that we not should try things that are not our “thing”. Sometimes jumping off our self built plateau of comfort can bring many rewards….as well as some personal discomfort! With that said into the shallow well I dive! Here are a few things I have seen that camera cannot capture and only the brush of words can paint their picture.

Picture number one.

The rock faced guardians that line the side of the road, left by those who dug and blasted the way for our major thorough fares, have the effects of time etched upon them. Many of seasons have pasted since the time the hills were carved out for the advance of man. The once bright and radiant stone has faded but still has retained its noble lines.Yet not only has it aged with honor but trees and things green have found a home among their time and weathered aged stoned face. With Autumns approach the trees leaf’s changed from green to red and orange. The living past slips into sleep so the torch of life will be passed on.

After Autumn was well upon us I was driving along one of these fine stretch’s of asphalt. It was the day after a long, rainy night and the Sun was making a cameo for the first time in several days. As the Sun broke through the clouds the soft light of dawn danced across one such face of rock as I have mentioned above. I noticed that under the trees the rock was different than the rest. It had been changed to reddish-orange hue with just a hint of the ancient weathered grey showing. The water that had seeped out the rocks had over time left mineral deposits down the face of the rocks. I was struck suddenly by a beautiful yet moving observation: It is as if the color covered Autumn trees were crying for the season past and the tears had left a stain time cannot erase upon the rocks’ face.

Onto the next picture.

Just past our place the road rises slightly and then bends out of sight over a small crest. On the other side of this stretch of road is small stand of trees nestled in perfect harmony with the road. In the Autumn they turn into a wonderful combination of the orange,red and a mix of the two. As I was walking The Boy one day I paused to enjoy the Sun as it set. As it fell toward the horizon there traces of magenta flavored colors pushing it along its journey. I turned around to finish walking The Boy and a thing of wonder had appeared: The Sun was setting one-hundred and eighty degrees from where it should have been. I thought that this could not be but it was there right before me! As the last traces of days rays hit the small strand of Autumn tinted trees they reflected the light and seemed to catch fire to match the retreating Suns majesty!

Picture two is complete.

I now look forward to making the space needed each Autumn to enjoy those moments, though brief, to be filled with a sense of awe. I hope you do as well and may you find wonderment were you can and add it to the canvas that is your life.

Author: The Jagged Man

I am a 61 year old guy who is asking questions about life like "what does it all mean?" and " how come hair will not grow on my head but grows real fast on my ears and back?" you know the deep stuff. I believe in Jesus Christ and that He died for all. The rest I am still working on. View all posts by The Jagged Man