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Good morning, good God!
The sun sets earlier every evening, Lord,
and soon enough, Labor Day's horizon
will eclipse these august days and so I wonder:
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 - and then much too quickly gone...
And as wonderful as memories are,
they are, well, memories...
Why, Lord, must good times come to an end?
Why are memories not enough?
Why is the promise of fall's leaf-filtered beauty
not enough to help me take my leave
of summer’s warmth and pace and peace?
Of seasons there are four, they say,
but so many more I've known
in just in my life alone:
seasons of peace, seasons of strain;
seasons of sadness, seasons of gain;
seasons of sunlight, seasons of rain;
seasons of comfort, seasons of pain;
seasons of planting, seasons of grain;
seasons of waiting a season to come
just to break the seasons’ chain…
So many seasons, Lord,
and letting go of summer is not easy...
I should be grateful for autumn,
your gentle preparation of everyone and everything
the dying winter always brings...
No, 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 first know
how the seasons' changes
will change me...
Be with me, Lord,
in all the seasons of my life
and in between the seasons
when moving from summer to fall
is itself a season to bear…
Help me let go what's slipping away,
slipping from the calendar,
slipping from my nights and days,
slipping from my life..
Take my offered heart
and open me to changes
in the weeks and months ahead:
be my guide and walk me, Lord,
through summer into fall...
I offer you my seasoned heart, Lord:
you're 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...
Amen.
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