{"id":871,"date":"2010-11-14T14:26:00","date_gmt":"2010-11-14T14:26:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/standingonmyhead\/2010\/11\/poem-for-autumn\/"},"modified":"2010-11-14T14:26:00","modified_gmt":"2010-11-14T14:26:00","slug":"poem-for-autumn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/standingonmyhead\/2010\/11\/poem-for-autumn.html","title":{"rendered":"Poem for Autumn"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<\/head>
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Autumn Fire<\/span>

<\/span>
This morning\u2019s Autumn sun came slanting through<\/span>
the trees of burnished orange and flaming red.<\/span>
Crimson and gold fire flashed against the blue,<\/span>
bronze and vermillion gashed, and nature bled\u2013<\/span>
as if the whole world was ablaze with blood.<\/span>

<\/span>
So it seemed as we drove to school that day:<\/span>
the children laughing and oblivious;<\/span>
innocent and ignorant in their way,<\/span>
of insights, that to me seemed obvious.<\/span>
They knew nothing of brimstone or the flood.<\/span>

<\/span>
The tempest and the trumpet, the earthquake<\/span>
wind and fire, passed them by like yesterday\u2019s news.<\/span>
They are still unconscious\u2013not yet awake<\/span>
to lateral realities and deeper truths:<\/span>
There are things they have not understood.<\/span>

<\/span>
They have not seen the invisible hosts<\/span>
Gathering in the maelstroms of the night,<\/span>
nor known the whirling gyres of nature\u2019s ghosts<\/span>
swirling beneath our ordinary sight.<\/span>
They see the surface, but not the deeper Good.<\/span>

<\/span>
So this morning\u2019s Autumn ride was something more:<\/span>
Each trembling tree became a burning bush:<\/span>
or Eden\u2019s angels\u2019 flaming swords of war.<\/span>
My car was a fiery chariot rising in a rush.<\/span>
The leaves were crimson dripping from a cross of wood.<\/span>

<\/span>
At the start of an ordinary day,<\/span>
I glimpsed the burning penitential pyre.<\/span>
In the middle of the wood I saw a way<\/span>
to explain man\u2019s destiny and desire.<\/span>
I gazed and took in as much as I could,<\/span>

<\/span>
And in that sacred heart of blood and fire,<\/span>
Something was settled. Something was understood. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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