The Autumn Leaves Are Falling... Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

The autumn leaves are falling
From each and every moonlit bough.
O, how little time does time allow
For us to reach our calling.

The diamond stars are silently keeping
Their ancient course over reedy dales.
As the sunlight, grieving, slowly pales.
The swollen streams which flow are weeping.

Yet sorrow is a precious gem.
It fortifies our fragile being,
Transforming blindness into seeing -
For all sad souls - for all of them.

For surely secret pains do cure
Our weak humanity by making pure
Our pining hearts which rebel and complain -
While God is drying all the rain.

JOHN LARS ZWERENZ