I was saddened when the city drastically cut back this neighborhood tree years ago. It once was a perfectly shaped tree with branches that reached over the sidewalk. In the fall, there wasn't a tree in Statesville that could compare with the colors of its leaves. But the wires were there and the branches were too close to them.
When I see that the colors are still there, just as lovely as they were last autumn and the autumn before (although my Kindle doesn't do it justice), I am once again reminded that no matter what life deals a person, how beat up and maimed one might feel, or how damaged a person's spirit might seem, there is glorious beauty waiting to be seen.
O God, may I have eyes to see.
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