"The Harmonics of Fall" - Bob Ambrose
When social loops resonate
to unholy harmonics in a world
wired close and wound tight;
when the soundtrack of triumph
sweeps your people, and sweet
ideals are wielded as weapons;
when the grievance is just
too great to ignore and your mind
is gripped in anger: go.
Go into the autumn afternoon
where out of stillness, peace
descends as dry leaf flurries;
where a thousand starlings speak in tongues
of tiny angels timeless blessings
to life, joyfully borne;
where echoes of ageless minds
penetrate prepackaged lives,
and strife recedes to hush.
When impelled by honor to act
on a cause, engage as you must
but withhold your own soul,
for you are so much more
than your role. In the middle of winter
remember, remember:
than your role. In the middle of winter
remember, remember:
you have felt the autumn breeze
and sensed the inner harmony.
You have been blessed by birds.
Photo: Leaves and Light by David Noah. "The Harmonics of Fall" originally appeared online at Bob's blog Reflections in Poetry.
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