Death of Autumn
Keep us alive, Keep us alive
By James Metelak
Leaves falling from oaks in downtown parks
In a world of Autumn
Blaze of color on blazers and in sunsets
As the breeze speaks of something beyond me.
Impulse and faith
Love and abandon
Or (Is it or?)
Wisdom and practicality
Streetwise with the seasons
The fires burn and purify
The fires burn and we wonder why
As 6 billion people scream for life
As 6 billion people wonder why
And it’s new faces
New ideas but the same old dichotomy
Should I give it all away or live by practicality?
Can you trust experience?
Socrates and Lewis say no.
Learning to live
Learning to sit in mediocrity
Learning to trust
And to work to live under this curse
And the leaves are turning down by the river
The pyres burn as life begins to turn
The winds are blowing soft over tears
Sadness settles in as a piece of the here
Stillness in death
Trees are stripped
A flash of fire as life is spent
And in the death You spark us alive
I don’t know
I don’t have a clue about all this
But the fires are burning
I’m being consumed
Resignation to santification
Unrestrained running to find You
I just want to find You
Soon frost will be on window panes
Soon ice will still our hearts
Keep us alive, keep us alive
Soon this will end and it’ll be springtime
After Reading Charles Wright …
"After reading Charles Wright, I myself stumble upon a line from Lao Tzu"
By Fred Allen
The way to do is to be,
said Lao Tzu.
The way to be is to do—or close to it.
Velvet fog on the molehill,
Mel Tormé crooning me the majestic glory:
Do be do be do be do.