Image: George Mendoza
Good morning, good God!
I offer you my thanks
for your divine imagination,
your playful wisdom shaping
earth, its seasons and their beauty...
Who first knew your plan
for shorter days and autumn chill
to sap the summer's chlorophyll
from leafy, shady boughs?
A gift of longer nights,
these hidden hues now bared
expose on every branch your hand
waving blessings on October's breeze...
I see revealed in summer's loss,
in each tree's seasoned death
a glory of gold and russets rustling
purple patches, crimson crowned
and fall's light filtered
through leaves aglow within:
all so simple, as if your hand,
divine, had not designed it all...
When my hope's summered green
fades, Lord, paint my soul in
autumn hues, illumn'd with light
whose only source is you...
I offer you my thanks
for every leaf that sighs and falls
and pads the path I walk
and wander in your grace...
Amen.
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I think this is beautiful-
ReplyDeleteand different, I think, from all of your other offerings-
(I sensed the difference right away, and, because I admit I am not very good with change, I felt a bit uncomfortable)
but, that's just me.
It's still beautiful and, it took me a few days, but I think I can (safely) see and appreciate that now-
I especially like and find helpful the last two sections-