The leaves have just fallen upon the wet ground

The wind has been blowing the leaves all around

I saw through my window as past they blew by

Should I begin raking or let the leaves lie?

The leaves are the trials in my life and my sin

Will I face them boldly or smother within

Will I hold my prayer rake and get to the task?

Will I begin raking before I am asked?

Shirley Kiger Connolly

Copyright 2002