For your divine imagination
I thank you, Lord,
for your playful wisdom shaping earth,
the seasons and their beauty...
It's a grace to know 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 reveal
your hand in every branch,
waving blessings on the breeze...
And fall's light filtered now
through leaves aglow as if
you burned within them,
afire with your Spirit's warmth...
I see revealed in summer's loss,
in each tree's seasoned change,
your glory: gold and russet
purple patched and crimson crowned...
When my hope fades, Lord,
paint my soul in autumn hues,
illumined with that light
whose only source is you...
I offer you my thanks today
for every leaf that sighs
and falls and pads the path
I wander in your grace...
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