Brown leaves of Fall
Dance in the breezy morning shadows
that chills my cheeks.
Peaking under the covers of night
An early autumn sun shimmers
From the edge of a blue and bronze rim of dawn.
My heart is yearning for spring already
Though the yellow fingers of fall
Barely fringe the canopy of the streets
Of the city.
Spring will be singing soon enough.
I can hear echoes of the meadow lark
And a breath of hope
Blow across hills of greening grass.
For God has given me a longing faith
To endure the aches of a winter freeze.
I long to see my lover smile again
In the blue and bronze of dawn.
He breathes on my dearest
With distant desert winds.
I can not feel the warmth of her
Spring-time touch or see the
Brilliance of her summer smile.
But in each morning shadow
I sense the reach of her love and prayers.
God has gifted my love
With the passion of noon-day sun.
She shares her heart and tears
And morning fears with mine
And together we pray away
In the power of God’s presence.
Her gift is far this approaching fall
But the promise of spring that God
Brings every season
Embraces my soul with hope.
God is near
And so is Sonia.
Her touch is far.
Her voice is near.
I am confident
God’s unfailing grace
Will keep her safe
And warm my heart
Throughout the winter of our apart.
For my wife Sonia
On her Baghdad trek
October 26, 2005
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