As September softly takes its bow, October fast approaching now, In gratitude we lift our voice, For spiritualists who help rejoice. They channel whispers, love's sweet song, From realms where spirits still belong, With tears and joy, they weave the thread, Unveiling words from those we’ve shed. Your messages, a guiding light, Our loved ones' presence in the night, September's grace, a gentle wind, In thankfulness, our hearts have twinned. For all you've shared, the love you've shown, In sacred spaces, spirit-grown, Dear holders of the astral flame, With humble hearts, we speak your name.