I do not know if the seasons remember their history
or if the days and nights by which we count time remember their own passing.
I do not know if the oak tree remembers its planting
or if the pine remembers its slow climb toward sun and stars.
I do not know if the squirrel remembers last fall's gathering
or if the bluejay remembers the meaning of snow.
I do not know if the air remembers September
or if the night remembers the moon.
I do not know if the earth remembers the flowers from last spring
or if the evergreen remembers that it shall stay so.
Perhaps that is the reason for our births-
to be the memory for creation.
Perhaps salvation is something very different than anyone ever expected.
Perhaps this will be the only question we will have to answer:
"What can you tell me about September?"

 

September Meditation
by Burton D. Carley

 

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happy fall equinox
friends & families


music to watch the sun rise
raindrops plucking the last leaves from a tree
Lullatone *


 

 

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