There is a myth among our culture that reaching your goals and dreams will be satisfactory. Goals and dreams are fantastic, but they are also seasonal and ornamental to the soul of man.
Killing the Foliage
First, we blame the temperature
Tender leaves hitting the ground
Raining vibrant color
Crushed with too loud a sound
The farthest out
The first too go
A process beautiful
A process slow
Lovely dreams hung up
They decorated the season
Bitter, cold October morning
Fell without rhyme or reason
Begin to think it’s over
This stripping, so unfair
But still they cling
Near to the trunk
Not yet solemnly bare
Determined is the Winter
Won’t let you keep
Just one or two
No ornamental dream
Will justly do
Every single one
Must find it’s DOD
Determined heart laid bare
Before His Deity
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