Image: George Mendoza
Good morning, good God!
I offer you my thanks
for your divine imagination,
your playful wisdom shaping mother earth,
her seasons and their beauty...
Who first knew your plan, O Lord,
for shorter days and autumn chill
to sap the summer's chlorophyll
from leafy, shady boughs?
I see revealed in summer's loss,
in each tree's seasoned fading,
your glory: gold and russet,
purple patched and crimson crowned...
A gift of longer nights,
these hidden hues now bared reveal
your hand in every branch
bestowing blessings on the breeze...
Fall's light now filters softly
through leaves aglow within:
so simple, your fine artistry,
delightful and divine...
When my heart's hope is fading
paint my soul in autumn hues,
illumined with that holy light
whose only source is you...
Amen.
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