|Morning Coffee by George Mendoza|
(Labor Day, still a week away, is neither the end of warm days nor the actual beginning of fall. Still, in American culture, so many things begin to change as August ends and a new school year begins. Thus, today's Pause for Prayer...)
Good morning, good God!
As the sun sets a little sooner every evening,
Labor Day's horizon eclipsing these august days,
I'm wondering, Lord:
why must good times come to an end?
Good times come too seldom
(or so it often seems)
and when they do they're here but briefly
- and then too quickly gone...
And as wonderful as memories are,
they are memories,
nothing less - but nothing more...
Why, Lord, must good times
have an end?
Why are memories not enough?
Why is promise of the fall's leaf-filtered beauty
not enough today to surrender
summer’s warmth and pace and peace?
Of seasons there are four, they say,
but I know a hundred seasons more,
just in my life alone:
seasons of peace, seasons of pain;
seasons of sadness, seasons of gain;
seasons of sunlight, seasons of rain;
seasons of comfort, seasons of strain;
seasons of planting, seasons of grain;
seasons of waiting for a season to come
to break the seasons’ chain…
So many seasons, Lord…
And letting go of summer is not easy…
I know I should be grateful for the fall:
your gentle preparation
of everyone and everything
for the dying
winter always brings...
Still, letting go of summer is not easy...
You know the seasons better than I, Lord,
and no season changes,
around me or within me,
but that you know first
how those very changes
will change me...
Be with me, Lord,
in all the seasons of my life
and be with me in between
when moving from one season to the next
is itself another season to abide...
Help me let go the summer's passing on,
slipping from the calendar,
slipping from my nights and days...
Take my offered heart
and open me to all the changes
in the weeks and months ahead…
Make me gentle with the season's change
and with the hearts of those around me,
those whose paths cross mine today...
I offer you my seasoned heart:
you are the source of all the strength I need
to live this day and every day this week
edging now towards Labor Day,
a season's new beginning...
Be my guide, O Lord,
and walk me from the summer into fall,
walk me through this season’s change…
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