The sun on autumn leaves

The sun makes autumn leaves look like gold flowers
Vibrant, energetic in the wind
Waving to small children with love’s power

As Jesus looked out from his wooden tower
Was he severed from all humankind?
The sun makes autumn leaves look like gold flowers

Forsaken by his Father, thunder lowered
The screen was cracked and shattered, by us blind
A menace to small children and love’s power

From the Christmas tree, gold coins had showered
Are these gifts from Judas or demands?
The sun makes leaves look like real golden flowers

Can God be that old vanished point that lures
To infinity what shall remain
A solitude for worms, a love that cures?

Every figment has its own domain
From imagination, truth to human shame
The sun makes autumn leaves look like love’s flowers
Attention must be paid while demons howl

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