Article November 5, 2007 Issue

THROUGH A SPIRITUAL LENS

AFTERGLOW

WIL MEACHAM—BRUNSWICK, MAINE

When summer visitors and the leaf-peepers of autumn have uttered their last ooohs and aaahs and driven home, I return in quiet wonder to some of my favorite Maine views. Now I can again see what others have overlooked in their frenzied activity.

This scene is down a road on Bailey Island, just before a turn to a quaint old hotel my Gramma used to visit. Here, thought wanders. Subtle music plays in the air—a tangle of surf and swishing wind in the shrubs, while distant seagulls mimic the chatter of people just out of sight.

The drawn shades of the house and a lone tree lend a sense of emptiness to the season's end. But this is precisely where, for me, what's usually overlooked fills in. The bright red berries give the scene a satisfying richness. The warmth of their redness is like an afterglow of happy times. The meadow offers its peacefulness. I feel God's love everywhere, and I find myself singing some lines from one of my favorite hymns: "Thy presence fills my solitude; / Thy providence turns all to good" (Christian Science Hymnal, No. 134).

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