Clouds gather
Room darkens
Colder is the air
Autumn fades and with it, so do the leaves
Squirrel buries acorns on the bank
Birds feast on the feeders
Busy mind wanders
Heart longs for creative expression to reign
A familiar refrain comes to mind ‘Where does love go when the lights go out?’
Love is always here residing in the Heart, the Whisperer reminds me
The only thing required from you is to ‘Believe’
The answers may not be evident. Waiting is required. I’m not good at waiting.
Yet, I know, when the door opens effortlessly, I am walking in alignment with the Source of All Knowingness and Love, and once again, All WILL be Well.
©Anita Adams 11/25/2022
Called to Write 