Revelation

If we saw earth’s blood
pumped in the rapture of life
spilling into oak leaves
darkening triumphantly in
rolling russet waves on the hills,
would we know it for the sign of love it is?

Would we see with clear eyes
this evidence of Herculean love-labor
this earnest unrelenting
industry of living
ecstatically culminating
in death’s embrace of release?

Or would we see only
lovely fall colors
and think it a gaudy show of whimsy?
Pray our eyes be open
to the truth
within the truth.