Leaf - Yorktown Disciple

I am a contorted leaf hanging in a deciduous tree, an unborn fetus in a womb waiting to be unholy and free. Alas, there came a gently breeze and my journey did begin. I began to float toward the earth guided by laws of God and Sin. Soon, I contrived a sail; learned to sway to and fro, with the aid of a rudder managed to soar divinely low. Quickly, the earth grew nigh, I scrambled in search of God. I thought He would create a wind to suck me up away from the sod. Soon the force of Mercy lifted me toward the skies. I was convinced my inventions would keep my invidious disguise. It was if science refuted all of Nature's laws, and I could control my falling, making my Will as free as my jaws. But again, the earth drew nearer and all Mankind could not stop, that lonely little leaf from its long, long drop. Yorktown Disciple 1968