Revolution of the Fading Light

(for Autumn)

Light shimmering 

down through leaves:

each moment is the start

of the rest

of your life.

Can you feel the tempering 

of this light fading 

into autumn like embers;

giving way to 

pristine darkness?

No, I say.

Don’t let it fade.

Take it in,

to your depths,

where the holiest of holy 

resides.

Like a whispered hope,

in this, 

your darkest 

of hours.

And if you cannot take it in,

reach out your hand

in your despair.

Feel the full force 

of a thousand angels coursing 

from the sun into your skin,

your veins,

winding through

sinew and marrow

revealing the radiance

of your spirit.

If not even this,

turn to me and open;

let the faded tears of memory

spark your heart to Remembrance.

We will not let 

this world forget the weight of 

love

and its responsibility;

No, we will remember 

our tender, 

sacred hearts.