O sacred season of Autumn, be my teacher, For I wish to learn the virtue of contentment. As I gaze upon your full-colored beauty, I sense all about you An at-homeness with your amber riches. You are the season of retirement, Of full barns and harvested fields. The cycle of growth has ceased, And the busy work of giving life Is now completed. I sense in you no regrets: Youve lived a full life. I live in a society that is ever-restless, Always eager for more mountains to climb, Seeking happiness through more and more possessions. As a child of my culture, I am seldom truly at peace with what I have. Teach me to take stock of what I have given and received, May I know that its enough, That my striving can cease In the abundance of Spirits grace. May I know the contentment That allows the totality of my energies To come to full flower. May I know that like you, I am rich beyond measure. As you, O Autumn, take pleasure in your great bounty, Let me also take delight In the abundance of the simple things in life Which are the true source of joy. With the golden glow of peaceful contentment, May I truly appreciate this autumn day. - Edward Hays
Posted on: Tue, 23 Sep 2014 01:33:42 +0000