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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When the leaves fall, gently as the first kiss From the mother who has just discovered the wonder Of motherhood, the music – so very good… Aching prayers, faded into the moss-grown forests, Delighting the hearts who remember The sweetest of loves, sometimes burn Beyond December, with all its twinkling Lights and promises of revelries, Stirring the seas of mysteries, Delighting the winds who aspire to sing Life into the autumn’s dreams, autumn’s trees, autumn’s flames Burning away the dross, left beneath the summer’s green, Surviving the moments of disrepair, scorching the twilight Who hears the silent prayers, the faith that reveals What it means to listen, hesitant – to the blessings Harvest’s healing, a welcome gift, exalting Coloring the whole heart in autumn tones, Rescuing the memories from their broken notes, journeying On and on, through the maze of a grace that can’t know What it means to love with a love that overflows Bursting from the cups of those who remember, more than December More than the pumpkin’s spice and the blond maples who delight, More than vibrant hues of a praising, so alive that it must survive Blending into the comforting blue of October’s sky, Breaking through the easy charm of November’s muse, Bleeding light that stills the very soul with its truth Still, beautiful, bruised by the stars and the moon who grieve Telling us all how it feels to release the past, the leaves Trembling in the faded afternoons, Caressing the moments with a brilliance that adds joy to blue, Like the mother, who sees – for the first time, Her child who is a perfection beyond description, Her hope is in the presence of a gesture, a blessing, a prayer Spoken by the heart who knows that God will surely reply, With a kindness that never remembers the awful September nights.
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