Autumn Song

We bless you, Father, Lord of Life,

To whom all living beings tend,

The source of holiness and grace,

Our first beginning and our end.

                                       Universalis Hymn

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This is the time of bright sadness

between what is baring

and what is holding 

still

above the leaves 

measuring the ground

with their sonatas 

of light

folding

darkly 

into the silences

of the cold.

Now, whatever is beautiful or terrible

are closing 

their arrangements

on the pages we hold

between staves 
of the ineffable
and our black notes
the song goes out

and what we are

remains

in the rough refrains of everlasting

lapsing through our souls.