"Privileged and Assured"

This morning, I alone

saw a single leaf

break away

from its branch

and fall 

to the ground.

Among the 

hundreds of 

golds and

reds and

oranges, 

it has found

its place.

The privilege

of it all 

(or the sadness

of it all)

is that

I am

the only one

who knows

where it landed.

And yet,

somewhere 

the  psalmist whispers

in the gentle breeze …

“You know when I sit down 

and when I rise up” …

and I am assured

that the One who

knows me,

knows this leaf

and celebrates all

stages of its

beauty.