MORNING CALM

God is a pure no-thing,
Concealed in now and here:
The less you reach for him,
The more he will appear.

Angelus Silesius

A nighttime wind had faded into a morning calm.  Like a friend who had lovingly left a present by the door, the wind had graced us with her own gifts.  The front steps and surrounding area had been transformed into a colorful tapestry of green and yellow leaves.

The leaves seemed to be peacefully resting.  Their small groupings resembled the way they would have gathered only ...