Let us not make waste of all our days
By holding on to life’s former ways
Let us lift our heads and hearts besides
To stem the crush and the flood of tides.
Let’s make an effort to strive once more
To welcome the Lord through our front door
Time has come for us to make a choice
Stand up for faith, start using your voice !
There is a chill pervades the air
One feels the wind rush up the stair
The smell of fall upon the breeze
Floats gently by, soft as you please
A silence bides there in the room
Akin to patience, not to gloom.
The moments pass unnoticed now
As signs of autumn show somehow
Slowly the leaves begin to change
From light to dark the colors range
We wait here on the edge of fate
Pray God our time is not too late !
A little cheer, a soft hooray
Let’s all enjoy another day
Be grateful for the sun and air
And all those joys that we may share .
The Lord does bless all of our deeds
And keeps fulfilling present needs
Wherein we fall asleep each night
Sweet dreams of angels speed our flight.
They shadow us where e’er we’re sent
The morrow brings its own content !
Claire V. Bogdanos 