October Glory Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

She will be a sterling beauty,
New and fresh and willing;
Welcomed by these open arms,
These weary but hopeful hearts.
Sadness has gripped this land;
It continues to yearn
For a responsive love.
So many have taken its strength,
Its devoted nurturing,
Only to falter and break and
Leave the earth empty and aching.
But very soon now,
Another promise will arrive
And the eternal hope renews with her.
“October Glory” be true to your name;
Bless and claim us as your own
Love us in return;
Stay and make this your home.