Autumn leaves

(prm)

From the sky
From heaven
maybe not the same place
Shines the sun
shine the stars
sending you grace
When the oceans
the winds and the clouds
carry rains
It is not only to cause
but to wash away pains.

T.P. Wilkinson, Dr. rer. pol. writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..