“Don’t say fall to an old person.”
Falling leaves us vulnerable
in ways we might not choose,
but I am here to testify
that fall enhances views.
I fall in love with others
through honest stories shared
without regard for ego’s lie
that souls must not be bared.
We gather in October,
absorb the river’s peace
and let the healing laughter fly
as worldly noises cease.
Then Spirit’s own agenda
reveals itself in songs
& words & tears to teach us why
each Child of God belongs.
In unity with powers
that fall like autumn leaves
we fertilize the old sod’s cry
for gifts the spring retrieves.
The Universal Oneness
we recognize in all
replenishes its vast supply
of love in leaves that fall.
