Autumn in the Smokey Mountains
where mist fills the gray valleys at sunrise.
My steps bring murmurs from dry leaves,
an ankle deep chorus of whispered blessings.
Many kindred souls met together in these
red and gold hills seeking the deeper heart
of everything holy, hungry for more,
sharing, singing, listening, reflecting.
Time spent outside, alone;
time spent inside, together,
Time spent challenging each other
to risk more, wonder more, be more
connected to all that lives and sings life.
New friends we may never see again
but whom we will remember
and hold in our hearts.
New growth, breaking through walls,
reaching earthward, seeking life,
beginning again in a new way.
There are deep wells everywhere,
drawing water from the great river
which flows beneath all things.
I am thrilled to be alive now,
to be part of the struggle which will,
in due time, bring forth the a change.