Brother Marvin Self recently shared these words in Lodge, worth a lot of thought:

FALLEN LEAVES

Lord, let my eyes see every need of every man.

Make me stop and always lend a helping hand.

Then when I'm laid beneath that little grassy mound,

There'll be more friends around than leaves upon the ground.

Some folks drift along thru life and never thrill,

To the feeling that a good deed brings until,

It's too and they are ready to lie down,

There beneath the leaves scattered on the ground.

To your grave there's no use taking any gold,

You can't use it when it's time for hands to fold,

When you leave this earth for a better home some day,