The air grows crisp
As daytime shortens
and colors burst with flame
As nature’s grand finale
Resplendent harvest’s golden mane
The veil between our world and the next grows ever thin
As spirits of the past draw near
and ancient songs begin
In the quiet of the orchard
beneath the silver moon
We feel the presence of the ones who left us so very much too soon
Their whispers in the rustling leaves
their laughter in the breeze
As we gather in the harvest, we feel a sense of peace
The pumpkins and the apples
the corn in yellow rows
Are gifts from earth and sky
as the autumn abundance grows
We honor the toil and sweat
for the seeds that we have sown
We celebrate the thinning veil, the mystical, the night
We reach out to the ancestors and the spirits taking flight
They guide us on our journey
as the path ahead grows dim
And in their wisdom
we find strength
and in their light
we swim
The air vibrates with secrets
as dimensions intertwine
Transcendent truths and visions
are woven throughout
the harvest’s grand design
Okay, your turn:
Do you, like me, feel the presence of lost loved ones so close and near…to your heart…this time of year?
For more on my personal experience and perspective, read here.
I invite you to share your observations, feelings, and experiences by leaving a Reply in the Comments section, below. Soul-to-soul!
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