Monday Morning Offering - 212

Image: George Mendoza

Good morning, good God!

I offer you my thanks

for your divine imagination,

your playful wisdom shaping

earth, her 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 rustling russets 

with purple patches, crimson crowned

and fall's late light filtered

through leaves glowing from 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.

If this prayer sounds familiar, well, it's become something 
of an annual autumn post.  Please forgive the repetition -
of the prayer, not the season!

 (For an archive of previous Monday Morning Offerings,
check here or click on the coffee cup at the top of the sidebar...)




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