October Prayer

Esther Popel

Change me, oh God,
Into a tree in autumn
And let my dying
Be a blaze of glory!

Drape me in a
Crimson, leafy gown,
And deck my soul
In dancing flakes of gold!


And then when Death
Comes by, and with his hands
Strips off my rustling garment
Let me stand


Before him, proud and naked,
Unashamed, uncaring,
All the strength in me revealed
Against the sky!


Oh, God
Make me an autumn tree
If I must die!



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