The wind tosses the leaves signalling a change of season 

a season of beige memories and silent conversation

stories of hope tangled with uncertainty.

 

Passing through these autumn months

of bejewelled berries and chandeliered cobwebs,

a season of fading and waiting, 

of storing memories, and rummaging through promises

a time of rediscovering through wearied sight

that God is still in plain view.

 

Know this travelling is not without worth

for you, O God, accompany each step

even the ones that appear to be in reverse

are a blessing of seeing where we have been

and the hope of what lies before.

This season

sustains us and calls us faithfully into what is still yet to be

transforms wilderness to harvest

And the dying light into a hope and promise

Of reigniting what seemed lost