As we breathe deeply on a chilly gray day, we share a poem for resilience from our retired colleague, the Rev. Mark Belletini:

Late Fall

Less light.

A time of rest for eyes weary of bright lights

competing for our attention.

Less light.

A time to focus carefully on things

that the spotlight has missed.

Less light. No need to squint.

Eyes wide and alive.

Less light.

No need to look frantically

for what we might be missing.

Eyes closed and breath steady.

Less light.

Ample time to see the slant sun of dawn

kindling dewy webs between bare wet branches. . . .

Less light.

A time to notice shapes and textures as well as color.

Less light. A gilt of the tilting earth.

Less light.

A gift, a blessing, a reminder,

and a time of opportunity.

Blessed are you, light that wanes.

from

Sonata for Voice and Silence

with care,

Rev. Wendy & Rev. Lynn