A west coast fall is indeed something to revel in and revel in well. My dear friend, Sunny, shares with us her beautiful, theologically rich musings while doing just that.

As the elders ’round the throne,

the birch and aspen trees

Trembling, cast their golden crowns

in worship at Your feet.

You – who set aside Your crown

the lost and poor to seek.

You came en-fleshed in Mary’s womb,

shared our humanity.

The maple clothed in scarlet red

lays down her royal robes

As once the joyous crowds did lay

their coats upon the road

To usher in the Humble King

who in short time would be

Betrayed, and flogged, and spat upon

and robed in mockery.

The bruised brown grass bends to the ground

to give its golden grain

Into the earth, its humble tomb

til Spring to rise again.

So too, You gave Your life for us

bruised, torn upon the cross

And in Your rising trampled death

its sleep now gain, not loss.