season of despair
as leaves blaze in color
their funereal parade
to fall to the ground
in repose, becoming dust,
part of the earth.
Birds call, sing their evening dirge
as the setting of the sun blends with colors of autumn.
the earth rotates to rest on the northern hemisphere
the moon bright in the black, darkness
calling to Venus and Saturn as the day is in repose.
soon the snows to freeze the earth
bodies slow, trees seem dead
although life pulses and moves within
life is movement even slight
But all the earth awaits the spring where life is continually present
cycles at rest
always brightness, joy, in solitude and communion
at this present moment all things moving toward death
yet a hope of rebirth in perfection
echoes in the harmonies amidst the calamities we witness each day.
this existence full of despair and melancholy days
on the verge of breakdown
yet grace shines through even the darkest day,
occlusions and blindness
Christ’s body suffers in this world between worlds
before the final day,
resurrection and renewal of all things.
leaves crunch beneath weary feet
a weight like lead upon our shoulders
a silent pain
reminding its presence even on the brightest days
a silence present that will soon break upon the universe to close the Day of weariness
and dawn the new day. We can’t hear the music because it is always present.
The crescendo is near to bring the coda
and continue the harmony perpetually.