always in time, but never in line for dreams.
Head over heels when toe to toe.
This is the sound of my soul,
this is the sound
I bought a ticket to the world,
but now I've come back again
Why do I find it hard to write the next line?
Oh I want the truth to be said
Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
I know this much is true
Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
I know this much is true
This song came on the radio while I was feasting on the visual delight of Autumn in the Blue Ridge Mountains and surrounding hills. I thought...THIS is the sound of MY soul. When I see the creation in this season, I feel so close to God. My soul sings a song made up for me in this moment...as I enter this holy cathedral of Fall.
We are riding down the highway with trees crowding us on each side. They stand as a welcoming committee, trying to all shake hands at once, making me feel very rich and very wanted. It's God's private showing for me! Within the car, there was a hush, a peace of two people lost in their own thoughts but, united in the thoughts of the beauty around us. Our silence was our homage, as the wonder of creation cancelled any need to talk or even think about anything other than gratitude and a desire to be forgiven the days transgressions and be unblemished in His presence.
All of a sudden, we are surrounded by big pine trees, green, green, green...where did Fall go? It was so abrupt, like crossing from the north to the south. Fall there, summer here...except we were traveling north! After several miles, stood a beacon in crinsom burgundy, among the pines. Ah! Soon, the pines grew taller with bare trunks, green-tipped like paintbrushes. Then we began to see colorful ladies peeking through the trunks, begging to play!
Shadows start to lengthen and the sun spotlights a stand of trees in encore...one last time before the dusk. The moon appears as a cloud, but gives itself away with it's nearly perfect shape...the sky and trees consprie to trickery one last time before sunset. What a fun day of driving to Virginia!
