Autumn Lessons from a Midnight Friend
Excerpts of an original poem by Sister Barbara DeStefano
In the peace of night-time solitude, I can see truth,
all that is real, all that is constant in the depths of our existence.
You see, nature is a dynamic teacher, ‘tho I seldom give her my listening ear.
Even, at the midnight hour, I look out at the leaves,
playfully scattered across our grounds,
their colors displaying the whole spectrum of Autumn beauty.
I look at the trees, not quite so elaborately dressed as they were last April.
I hear the wind, whistling its way through branches and bushes –
creating a dance-like response to the music it plays.
Fall is in the air.
And as I witness its signs, as I touch it and smell it, feel it and breathe it in,
I think about dying and rising, shedding and new births,
letting go, and trusting in fertile seeds, submitting to the flow of the cosmos
with hope in the promise of future life renewed.