autumn coming

the life we live is the life we are given
or
the life we are given is the life we live
without grace
we would know only fear and dread,
usually disguised as pride..
for without Him we can do nothing..
except screw things up royally..
but we have hope...
it is so simple
it is so hard..
this morning the crows were quiet when i left the apt.
they watched me but didn't say anything,
i waved with only two fingers..
seasons are changing
soon it will be cool again,
and the crows will caw with joy..
they are autumn creatures..
so am i.

wkm
Nashville