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Today. The hike into the death throes of autumn, and hearing the partitas of Bach and "Was he here when he wrote them? Sitting on this ledge, level with the tallest trees, staring over the sea of maple trees. All of them , in unison, letting go. Senescence in motion." Oh but to see those pine trees, thrust up annoyingly, blueingly, through the canopy. Proclaiming their importance, and their undeniable beauty. God it was so lovely. And the silence of music. And the illusory character of it all. And where did my time go, and the maple trees? And the leaf that was the color of death, with the promise of life, all wrapped up in a patterned veination of loosing colors.
The real kicker was Beethoven though. Symphony No. 7, mov. 2. When he began to lose his hearing, as the trees lose their leaves. But still writing such beauty, creating a thin lance of searingly bright art, musicality, the embodiment of Fall. Of death. Of a movement, a conscious, irrevocable, and unavoidable choice to give oneself to winter. But for the promise of spring. And what does it mean to give up myself to the good of Jesus, give up all, so that i may have all? And the trees are the only true usurpers of eternity. They trained here in life to give up everything. And so trusting. And integrity. And honor.
The noble maple trees. The tiny saviours. The mouthless prophets. The swaying seas of sins conceived and washed away.
forever penitent.
forever forgotten
-S.
The real kicker was Beethoven though. Symphony No. 7, mov. 2. When he began to lose his hearing, as the trees lose their leaves. But still writing such beauty, creating a thin lance of searingly bright art, musicality, the embodiment of Fall. Of death. Of a movement, a conscious, irrevocable, and unavoidable choice to give oneself to winter. But for the promise of spring. And what does it mean to give up myself to the good of Jesus, give up all, so that i may have all? And the trees are the only true usurpers of eternity. They trained here in life to give up everything. And so trusting. And integrity. And honor.
The noble maple trees. The tiny saviours. The mouthless prophets. The swaying seas of sins conceived and washed away.
forever penitent.
forever forgotten
-S.