Autumn Goodness
Today, the Immense Goodness spewed from the depths
like juice from a fully ripe piece of fruit
on the tip of God’s tongue
so close I can touch it
see it, smell it
experience its transition
as another leaf falls and
others deepen their hue before my eyes
if dying can be so beautiful
then let me die also
perfect imperfection of individuality
I too yearn to be an instrument of love
past and future converge in the present
never stopping, but pausing to notice
that God is here among us