I step outside
just in time, Father
for the leaf to fall from the tree
and the air is much too nipping, and biting,
and apple-pie
for me to hide from it
please, tell me a story,
all about it
about how the world ends and Your foot goes a
"stomp!"
over on the olive mount
and no more doors ever close like
sesame
sesame
sesame
ses—
I go along with things
just as if they are meant to be
and when autumn's chill catches
I hope to have You sewn onto my sleeve
not that I'd ask You to shrink for me
though I know that You would dare to do so,
and have
and prob'ly will again
and I can walk the earth like You
with intention in my feet and it will be so
meant
to
be
when the sun is just an augur
I hope to be sewn onto Your sleeve
and I can drop and fall like an autumn leaf,
and spring up again in the next wind You breathe
You bend down to hear
a calm in the torrential,
praying me a good prayer
unproved to me yet, but I know it
it's inclemence and drafty doors
and hot cinnamon in apple-pie
Nov 1, 2021
Nov 1, 2021 at 2:55 PM UTC
I step outside
just in time, Father
for the leaf to fall from the tree
and the air is much too nipping, and biting,
and apple-pie
for me to hide from it
please, tell me a story,
all about it
about how the world ends and Your foot goes a
"stomp!"
over on the olive mount
and no more doors ever close like
sesame
sesame
sesame
ses—
I go along with things
just as if they are meant to be
and when autumn's chill catches
I hope to have You sewn onto my sleeve
not that I'd ask You to shrink for me
though I know that You would dare to do so,
and have
and prob'ly will again
and I can walk the earth like You
with intention in my feet and it will be so
meant
to
be
when the sun is just an augur
I hope to be sewn onto Your sleeve
and I can drop and fall like an autumn leaf,
and spring up again in the next wind You breathe
You bend down to hear
a calm in the torrential,
praying me a good prayer
unproved to me yet, but I know it
it's inclemence and drafty doors
and hot cinnamon in apple-pie
