Here is reflected November glory: leaves upon the stream, a canvas of nature's glory, reflection of divine law. Very often the waters of our lives seem troubled; very often we cannot understand the chaos and movement, but out of random reverses, suddenly there is beauty. This November election is troubling in many ways: we see forces in advance, vociferous, vehement and chaotic -- they use lies as tools and fraud as political coin: we now see what one writer called the "People of the Lie." Even good people care not about formal acceptance of evil [formally supporting that which is divinely revealed as evil, because the good does not fit their natural desires or intuition].
Turning and turning in its widening gyre,
The falcon cannot hear the Falconer.
It is easy to be troubled when we see such formal embracement of evil, yet I offer this picture as hope: hope for beauty over the waters, a declaration of sovereignty and divine forgiveness!