The Lonesome Path of Fall Ends In Spring
By, Jess Dickson with R.D.

Where is the special place?
Beyond the reach of foliage, hidden in the maple’s renewal
And who lives there?
Just a simple girl with a grace-carved heart
When will I see her?
Let the hope-rays light the way of your heart’s vision
How long must I wait?
Seasons will fold in God’s hands when ours begins
The search is long and only just begun
Your quest has found its ending here, in this period of new creation
To travel on down
Set your sights above the gray unto the purest expanse of life
Such a lonesome path of fall
You traveled here on the east winds of transformation
Like the gold of a rainbow
Emerging from passing life storms, thunder- cries of winters gone by
Not one gold, but all colors together is she
Melded together by forgiving anticipation, divine preparation
The one I'm searching for
Is finally within your circle, never broken, of boundless dreams
The reason I'm on this road
Has finally been revealed in the cry of the cardinal finding home
Where may I find my love?
Beneath the maple, waiting for you on an unmeasured bench of understanding