The orange leaves triumph
for but a time;
then fall to the ground
to be raked, bagged,
wind blown, composted —
changed.
the tree triumphs
for but a time
then falls to the ground
to be chopped, burned, planed,
firewood, timber, boards —
changed.
men, women, you, me,
we triumph for but a time;
then we fall to the ground,
the way of all life;
ashes to ashes,
dust to dust…
to be mourned, buried,
cremated, interred —
changed…
but that is not the end.
For God
Triumphs
For all time.
He rescues us
From dust
and calls us
To live
In Triumph
With Him
Forever.
the circle of life 
Beautiful pictures and outstanding words!
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Thank you! And you were looking at my post as i was looking at yours. Very cool, yes?
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Yes! :)
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Powerful words – especially that last verse. Love the first photo, too!
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Thank you, Daisy. I couldn’t associate triumph with anything but the Lord. He is the triumphant last word…
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Wow!!! Fantastic comparisons from everyday life. It Truly is a circle of life.
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Loved this comment. Thank you. :-)
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I love the weathered board as the background here — and your words are beautiful and fitting.
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thank you! I’ve been waiting to use that photo all month, because I really liked it too.
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