Gold Leaves
G. K. Chesterton
Lo! I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold;
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out
The year and I are old.
In youth I sought the prince of men,
Captain in cosmic wars,
Our Titan, even the weeds would show
Defiant, to the stars.
But now a great thing in the street
Seems any human nod,
Where shift in strange democracy
The million masks of God.
In youth I sought the golden flower
Hidden in wood or wold,
But I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold.
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In autumn’s embrace, leaves of gold whisper the silent passage of time, echoing the journey from seeking princely titans to recognizing divinity in every human nod. The quest for the elusive golden flower evolves, as the cosmic dance unfolds, revealing wisdom in the vibrant tapestry of aging leaves.
Thank you for your comment. The cosmic dance unfolds and it is present for all who open their eyes and heart. Keep making a difference. Ray