Leaves on a Branch

I must credit this thought to Saint

Catherine of Siena, who first

wrote it in a poem.


She insisted that death isn't real,

that we are each a leaf

on a branch.


We bud and grow,

changing, changing,

until we feel the Fall Wind and

let go of all we thought

we loved and hated,

embracing the Light.


Isn't that neat?


We don't die,

we just Blow Away.