Autumn Song

For some it is the sorrowing time of year

When autumn's chill descends upon the leaves

But I with grace surrounding have no fear,

Day's brevity is brief, the night deceives,

For hid within its breast the light prepares.

All is God, the blazing of the trees

His flaming pageantry, the frosted air's

His breath and winter's grandeur oversees

The dormant bud that swells to meet the Spring.

Our life in flux and we desiring peace

To Him our human faults and failures bring,

From Falsehood's grip confining seek release.