It’s Beyond Me!

Earlier this week I saw a perfectly formed tree, every leaf evenly red, not a green leaf to be found, nor a dusty red leaf under the tree. I was privileged to see the exact moment of the “in between” of seasonal change. Nothing was left of summer. Autumn’s falling leaves had not begun. Don’t you think that I—a writer of blogs—should be able to describe such perfection, such beauty, such a moment of the “in between”? I cannot. Pope Francis says the same in Laudato Si:  “We seem to think that we can substitute an irreplaceable and irretrievable beauty with something which we have created ourselves”  34. Although he was speaking of human intervention at the service of business, I can apply it to my limited vocabulary. (Or can I justify my ineptness by saying I was speechless?) Poets have also tried – “I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree”—Maybe “Ah” is the right word. Better yet—silence.