There are these few glorious moments, these Irish chains on the mountainside, these days that demand my full attention. The colors are at once brilliant and evanescent, and the leaves whisper a last good-bye before the quiet sleep of winter.
The dawn of each new day and the spin of the seasons remind me of His long ago promise. The Father spoke these words to Noah, who had watched the world churn with righteous wrath: “As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease.”
Even in these colors, this shortening of days, there is a covenant kept.