this Crisp Autumn Morning

this Crisp Autumn Morning

it is a Crisp Autumn Morning

the Sun peeks through the Trees

bathing the Wood’s Canopy with it’s Light

There is a stillness

as the Trees stand in reverence to my Prayer.

Brother Wind has stilled

and He too ceases his travels

as we pay homage to Life.

My breath of inspiration has a lucid touch

and i watch it’s energy touch the makings of who i am

awakening me.

i breath out and i see my breath of light

flow out to greet the world in Holiness.

i am now reconnected.

i again know that i am.

within the silence, the stillness

i feel the small voice of my child

brightly beaming

for again there is a hope that lives

exuberantly dancing in the garden of my visions

partaking of the Fruits of my Soul

that i have collected since the first Aeon of Life

Yes, we are dancing and smiling and singing

to life

with life

for we are life

this Crisp Autumn Morning

(c) 14 October 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.