by Rev. Diane Rollert
October 16, 2022
This is the story of love
on this day
where sun streams through clouds
to illuminate the trees
still dressed in gold and saffron.
Leaves dance across the horizon,
a joyous movement of goodbye,
the sounds of summer's last blossoms,
dried and shimmering on their stalks,
ringing softly in the wind.
Winter waits patiently,
biding its time with each sunset.
Here we have come
with our own stories to share,
or carefully guard.
Our hearts filled with expectation.
How long does this life last?
Where does the adventure begin,
where does it end?
If ever...?
We live in the shifting light,
in the reassuring blanket of darkness,
in the beauty of a prayer,
in the gift of a story:
a river beneath a river,
a heart within a heart
an adventure within an adventure,
a constant unfolding
of who we have been,
of who we are,
and of who we will be.
What remains are the small gestures,
the traces of footprints
that neither the rains nor the oceans
can ever fully wash away,
the blessings that remain,
because we have been here.
We exist
and we have existed,
forever linked by each moment,
eternally connected
through our memories,
our journeys,
our stories
and our love.
Fall Meditation on Love and Life