There are, of course, a lot of ways
To show my doubt is one more wraith;
But perfect golden autumn days
Bolster perfectly my faith.
The feather touch of dropping leaves
That richly carpet smiling hills
Are sweet protection earth receives
For trilliums and daffodils.
Ten thousand times I see the proof
God holds my soul above the sod;
And yet somehow remain aloof
From Him till fall binds man to God.
by Ray Romine Saturday, October 13, 1951
