Autumn ~ A Poem written in the QUIET TIME by Carla-Rae

~AUTUMN~
(All Discord Pales)
A Poem written in the QUIET TIME
by Carla-Rae

I love the crispness of the morning air.
With the mist still hovering everywhere.
I love the crunching of the leaves under my feet
With the birds singing their welcoming greet.

I make my way to the river’s edge,
Where I kneel to make my morning pledge.
I bow my head in thankfulness,
To Creator who lovingly made all of this.

Not long before more worshippers descend,
Along this meandering river bend.
They are ever so gentle, and timely, and sweet,
As they gather with me in solemn retreat.

Not a sound is made as we tarry there,
Our hearts full of LOVE, from everywhere.
Then one voice, then two, and three, and four,
The harmony sweet, the melody soars.

I open my eyes eager to see,
All the worshippers who have gathered with me.
From every corner, and crevice of this woodland place,
Have come every furry, and feathered, whiskered, and scaly face.

Seated on the ground, on a rock or a perch
In unity we worship, in natures church.
Whether, flesh, or fur, or feathers or scales,
In the LIGHT of our LOVE all discord pales.

Here in the Autumn mist, before comes winter snow,
Each of us wants the other to know,
How grateful we are for this land we’ve been given,
Creator’s Love, and the friends sent from heaven.

As I smile in the splendor of this retreat,
The question arises, my thoughts do greet
If the animals can unite, Why can’t we?