“the present form of this world is passing away”
That line of St. Paul’s is a snippet from 1 Corinthians 7, where it’s
tucked into a discussion of marriage. We
could go into all manner of discussion here.
We could talk about some grand issues: detachment, rejection of transitory and ephemeral
things—and besides that—not counting on your spouse (or anyone
else) to give you the whole world!
What we can say is that new life emerges, even as the appearances fade
away.
More than any other, autumn is the season of “thin places.” The living and inter-living come together. Breaths of fresh air sweep away the stifling
haze of summer. The not-yet chill of
winter, by measures, makes its presence felt.
Leaves are dancing while shadows are stretching.
The present forms, the shapes and arrays, obey the annual call to pass
away. Vigor and vitality seemingly yield
to death and decay, but the earth is simply calling a timeout. “I need to take a nap!”
Autumn!
The present form of this world is passing away.
Boundaries become blurred.
[The
image is from www.byronjorjorian.com/gallery/Leaf%20Collection/82107_24.jpg]
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