It is the season of autumn, my favorite by far and we’ve had some stunning, breathtaking days of beauty, haven’t we?   I cannot help but be reminded of the poem  God’s World by Edna St. Vincent Millay:

 O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
 Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
Thy mists, that roll and rise!
 Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
 And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag
 To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
 World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!…
 Lord, I do fear, 
 Thou’st made the world too beautiful this year;
 My soul is all but out of me, — let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.

Here, surrounded by falling leaves, Millay is sending God a message.  Don’t let any more leaves fall or I shall be consumed by glory!   I will be immolated by the fiery passion this beauty is birthing!   But in those same falling leaves, is there any message that God is sending us?

Walt Whitman said,  “I find letters from God dropped in the street, and everyone of them signed by God’s name.”  Fr. Ernesto Cardenal reflects on this that the leaf is a fragrant handkerchief that bears God’s monogram in one corner, and he dropped it intentionally to remind us of him.  He  goes on, “We find initials of God in all nature, and all creatures are God’s messages of love addressed to us.  They are flashes of his love.  All nature is aflame with love, created by love in order to kindle love.  This is the reason for being of all beings…all things speak to us of God.”  (To Live Is to Love)

The season of fall is a great one to practice the sacramental life!   The sacramental life is where the invisible becomes more real than the visible, the spiritual more alluring than the physical, it is one in which more and more we “consecrate” things around us to God’s service and receive all things, as small and common and ubiquitous as leaves, as blessings from God more and more around us become visible signs of invisible realities.