If the true, perfect, and exquisite Light enters, restores, and adores… A mind is beheld and held by the gentle Creator, no matter the weight that is felt by our Fall. A promise–all will be lifted on that Day. This is sure.
Autumn… the dry rainbow after the storm of summer’s heat ◆ Relief in coolness and colors after relentless heat and unchanging green ◆ Rages and riots of colors that slowly and grandly sweep from the north across the land. ◆
A moment… How can such death and loss of verdancy be so charm-laden…? Examine a leaf closely and you will observe its decay. Weight, gravity, pulled-to-earth… Perhaps this “season” had no place in Eden; perhaps seasons had no place at all. Our Autumn is a time of loss, change, and preparation for winter’s cold and long sleep. How may Autumn flourish so resplendently, in laughing and burning? A celebration of emerald finally turned luminous ruby, citrine, and topaz; an invitation to revel in flames of beauty; nature’s brightest gala. Unnecessary grandeur? Unneeded splendor? Unplanned magnificence?
But. This existence may be. For this lament of the trees, the lungs of the earth bleeding brilliantly–is the revelation of their true nature, true substance. The Autumn rainbow has been with us all summer–only we could not see it. Autumn illuminates to us all the Sun’s colors stored, at last released to human eyes as summer’s viridescent life fades. Seen is the true, fiery image of the Sun, brought forth in the trillions of annual deaths of Autumn leaves. Wonder and amazement at a secret un-kept.
So as the Heart of God.
The forever-assumed flesh of Jesus, earned and bought by His death, shared with us–flagrantly on display, embedded within our unchangeable history, a thread of purest gold… The depth of Passion in suffering no longer a secret; the reflected Father unveiled; this light-giving, illuminating thread gives forth His secret–He, God Himself, would come this far to reveal Love; to flow Life into our lifeless bodies, to be one with us. The face of God is brightly, freely, and openly seen in Jesus, Heaven’s flame and radiant Jewel. He, invisible colors revealed in the chill of decaying humanity… This picture is not Beautiful because of His living decay within humanity only, but because His incarnation painted tangibly for us the true nature of God–the image of His Father, whom no one has ever seen. He is complete in throwing back and outwards and to all directions the Image; the fullness of God in Him dwelt. Exposed intricacy divine.
This revealing of hidden Beauty was planned; it was simply too grand for Eden.
This revelation, an intervention–to bring to us secrets of the depths of divine love, Heaven’s flame exposed to us.
And so our Lord is LORD of the AUTUMN
and all Sun-heart-colors dancing in their revelation