After the Sun's Gone Down

The Path set aglow by sunset

is there, after the sun's gone down

and those who travel in dark woods

can be sure that the Path may be found

given time and patience

can be sure that the Path may be found

Twisted

The shadows twisted and lengthened

as they traversed the forest floor

the setting sun cut them loose

from their roots and they were bound

no more

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The old trees were sculpted
by wind and time
and made into monuments
hideous and divine

Start the Dance Over

The starlings danced

over late autumn woods

and then flew away...

to start the dance over again.

Light unto Light

He wasn't there

until he was.

 He moved through the woods

from light unto light

shedding dark and

releasing it and

embracing it.

Swirl

I was captured today

in a gentle storm of leaping leaves

falling, showering, drizzling

around and upon and throughout me

Enveloping me like grace

like love

like dirt,

like sky
like I don't know who and
I don't know why

like a great symphony

swelling, flowing, growing

in deep crimson harmony

and with each spin

each rotation of autumnal bliss

I was delivered,

washed clean

baptised with a hickory kiss

spun gold salvation in a

sweet soaring swirl

landing on my head

on my shoulder and legs,

It made me twist, it made me twirl

right along with that

riotous laugh of leaves

and I danced holy ghost joy

on the sidewalk and all down the

wide-eyed street

"Glory Hallelujah!"

I raised my voice on high

I raised my hands

I raised my song

I raised my Self to fly

I was captured, today,

brainwashed and then set free

free to let go and live and leap

and die like those

soaring, spinning, gracious, grinning

falling-down-on-my-knees-in-prayer

leaves.

Hallelujah. Amen.