Towards the Truth-Light II

Oct. 8, 2011

Now the pansies and chrysanthemums

Paint the landscape of the changing year

And in my autumn change upon me comes.

How many springs have passed me as I walked

Unknowing with my hurried feet of clay.

I am tired now, the waning year returns

With griefs and memories I once had locked

Away in brighter seasons, happier days.

Each season has its beauty and the fall

Of coloured leaf against a burnished sky

Evokes a longing in the troubled heart.

Earth prepares for its hour of tranquil rest

And the white days that seem to cover sins.

I find no rest, he seeking soul moves on,

There is a work to do and much remains

Undone and all the efforts of the past

Are prelude only to the epic climb

Towards the truth-light that illumines me.