Life’s autumn time
A time of great gathering
Harvesting the fruit of my experience.
Whatever I have sown, I will now reap
In these, my autumn days.
The things that happened in the past,
The experiences sown,
Will now begin to yield fruit.
Within that harvesting I bring together
Forgotten moments and experiences
And hold them as one.
Aging is not about my body losing its strength,
Its poise and self trust.
It is not about the demise of my body,
It is the harvest of the soul,
That natural shelter around my life.
As linear time quickens, memories remain
Caught and held in the soul’s net.
Autumn is the beginning of my journey
Back to the temple of memory
Where I can wander through its rooms
Visiting the days of both enjoyment and sorrow.
While time may make me older
There is a place in my soul which time cannot touch.
With thanks to Meister Eckhart and John O'Donohue