And so it fades. Yesterday I noticed that a lot of the colors had faded and rusted. More and more of the leaves are falling. Usually it is rain and wind that bring them down, but we haven't had much of either. The leaves are just falling off their trees and lying in a circle below them. A thing of beauty may be a joy forever, but we can't hold on to it for long. We get some intense awareness of God's presence and wish it could last. In the transfiguration of Jesus St. Peter suggests building tents as if to prolong this brilliant experience. I suppose our finite feelings couldn't stand the constant presence of Beauty and Brilliance. We content ourselves with brief glimpses.
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