Dropping Leaves

When the leaves drop,
From the many trees
Of the woodland;
We behold a deep,
Wondrous blue sky,
That was hidden,
In their abundance.
In the same way;
God never empties,
Without being ready to fill;
Sorrow, pain, and loss,
Groom, and prepare
The battered heart,
For the vision of God:
Purging the inward eye,
That it may more clearly
Come to see Him.