In the Movement of
this Circle of Seasons,
I see You…There
in the Reliable Cycle of Grace.
A warm invitation
is sent on the birdsong;
my heart calls You
into the hospitable den
of gradual darkening days;
the gold and crimson dream
of gently drying leaves,
colored with gratitude, recalling
their former supple spring.
Ah~but how they now dance
in their new-found lightness,
and so too, for You I pray
that all heaviness be lifted
and graciously give way;
that Your Heart and Feet
be light with dancing;
That the loveliness of
a cool, coy, and considerate breeze
would come round and partner You,
as in faith You surrender
to a kind and tender falling.
O my Love~
Can You hear Her calling?
The softening and slowing,
the deepening and growing
of Wisdom and Knowing
in the Song that Autumn sings for You.
~Cheryl Anne
Brigid's Hearth 