Faith

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

I wondered if the katydid sitting atop the zinnia

knew that this will be its last day. Autumn cares

something about beauty, but she’s not one to

get attached to things, never to moments.

My garden is telling stories about what has been.

If you listen closely, you’ll notice that they are

stories about faith. That’s what seed planting

is: a practice of faith. That’s different than a

practice of promise, mind you. Pay attention

to that.

What will the waxwings do for full bellies

this winter? They are at the frost-softened

persimmons and those wild grapes high in the

red maple much earlier than usual. Is it

wisdom or foolishness that has them there?

Ah. Now that’s a question, isn’t it?

~ /Jamie K. Reaser, Author

From "Wonderment" (a work in progress)

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