As the barely stirring breeze
Moves the gently swirling leaves,
I will be silent.
In the chill, gray air of fall
I hear children’s voices call.
I will be silent.

In the stillness of my soul
I am willing now to hold
A sweet contentment.
With my hands around my knees
I can close my eyes and breathe
A sweet contentment.

Though the minutes slip away,
My heart moves in me to pray
In wordless silence.
Quiet waters, deep within
Quench my thirsty soul again
In wordless silence.

As the fashion trees parade
Raining all the colors made
So rich and full.
I rejoice with fresh new eyes
Under multi-gray-white skies
So rich and full.

In the autumn months I seek
For Creator’s voice so meek.
I hear Him speaking.
Then He whispers of His love
Pouring richly from above.
I hear Him speaking.

—Cara Colleen

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