Pulpit

Come Fall … by Pastor Rick Shannon

Someday I’ll do all those things now pushed aside by life’s demands;

Follow plans once tightly held, now loosed from busy hands.

I’ll raise my sights to newer heights; my view will be awfully tall.

I can’t do them now, but I surely will – when the work all gets done

come fall.

As is, I’m hard-pressed right now with everything around me

Swirling like a treacherous storm whose eye has finally found me.

All this I mention with firm intention to scale a higher wall.

I can’t just now but I surely will – when the work all gets done

come fall.

I’ll have more time for family, time to contemplate and pray;

Time to see if newfound wings can soar above the fray.

I’ll laugh more than ever before with real friends – having finally found them.

I’ll sniff at flowers, marvel at clouds, seeking silver linings around them.

That – and much, much more – is just on the other side of that rim.

Top that hill, pause for a moment, and a whole new life will begin;

Life like a skyscraper reaching to heaven, proud and standing tall.

I’m not sure I have the time to wait – ‘till the work all gets done.

Come, fall!