Two of Whom the Ancients Spoke

9/15/09

The bridals of the fall have come

Dancing through the changeful leaves,

Yet blooms persist the fading year

And sparkling rain through towering trees

Is welcomed by the drought-torn land.

Autumn splendour calls to me,

'Slow down the vibrant pace of life,

Reflect upon the glowing days

Of youth when joy ran through the veins

And laughter sailed upon the winds.'

'Rest now', it says, 'the winter of life

Visits all and with its touch

Stills the force and snuffs the flame.'

But I have centuries to go,

There is no rest for those who seek

Diviner ways, the soul's uprise,

Who glimpsed upon the yearning earth

The feet of those who came to lead.

Surely we shall be lifted all

By Two of whom the ancients spoke

Who guide us to remake the self,

Become the godhead we adore.