Photo by Kathy Tyler

Everywhere you look in autumn

There’s a touch of gold,

Shimmering in the lovely sun

In beauty manifold.

King Midas would rejoice if he

Could spend each golden leaf!

We know that making all things gold

Can only come to grief.

Richer is the love of God.

Free for everyone!

No one need be poor if he

But choose to love God’s Son.

Could autumn’s gold be just a hint

Of beauty we will see,

While strolling Heaven’s streets of gold

For all Eternity?