Oh those magical mists of autumn!
That instantly take the sting from summer,
When all around the harvest of nuts and fruits
Brings final activity in orchards and vineyards.

Opening the morning door brings freshness
So unlike the fire of a summers morn,
That made us mourn for autumns gifts.
And here they are, and more, to enjoy aplenty.

God is the pattern, the Father of all
giving with true paternal love.
Would that everyone named Pater
Would be as kind and generous as this.

If only every Abba, Atma, Papá, Père
Whose face appears and disappears
In every magical autumn mist
Was there from present or from past.

Looking out at the shrouded vale
As if the land itself had disappeared,
Asks what else is hidden from our view?
Oh! He is there, is always there! Trust the veil
And dare to look through.

With unhidden Love, Hanukah


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One Response to MAGICAL MISTS

  1. eugene1941 says:

    Beautiful poem, as usual, and beautiful choice of words. Yes, it looks like Autumn might come as a “surprise”, although, what else were waiting for ?
    I love Autumn more than I like Spring, maybe it is because I too am in the autumn of my life and my spring has gone yet so long ago.
    He, who is our Father, notre Père, Abbinou, as always, will be here come rain or come shine , but will we see Him through the mists of our Autumn morns ? That is THE question !!

    With Love and Light to you and to all the readers of your blog.



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