God’s Light

His light sifts through  the golden leaves
That cloak the ancient towering trees
And light the path that calls me on
Through open gate to memories.

I simply planned to walk right by

And carry on into my day
But dancing light won’t let me pass.
Fall colours make me want to play

Or sit upon an old stone bench

Beneath the trees with pen in hand
And let the power fill a page,
But how to speak words quite this grand.

I let the leaves sing to my soul

And scents of Autumn touch my skin
Bathed in God’s light and generous gifts
Until my head begins to spin.

© 2011 Pam H. Murray