THE AUTUMN of our lives
by an anonymous Friend
A brief moment of beauty, fulfilment and acceptance;
a time when effort and work are reduced, mulled over
and remembered with gladness and joy.
Autumn, the autumn of our years, comes slowly, calmly
and acceptance reduces the hurt.
Gradually the winds and chill of life weaken us
and reduce the strength of limb
but not of mind or spirit.
The spirit remembers the springtime of energy,
of new ideas and of inspiration.
The spirit remembers the earlier years,
the years of creativity and enthusiasm
and the spirit holds those years.
They are not lost.
With the eyes of age and a sense of humour,
the spirit looks at the years of maturity and smiles.
The springtime enthusiasms waned
but the service and creativity developed and were productive.
Great works were done and legacies left.
That time is not dead
but is there to be remembered and relished
around the fires of mutual sharing.
And the Autumnal spirit looks forward for,
in The Winter Dying,
there is to be new birth flowing
from the creating Spirit
Virginal Womb of personal death.
Sinking into the Winter of God’s holding,
each spirit is re-birthed, re-formed
and given new life
so as to be made into God’s image
in the Eternal excitement of an