You know, Lord, how I cling to summer
and grieve the slightest sign of fall
and so it was with great thanksgiving,
just a day or two ago, when my head and wheel
were turned by dear Hydrangea's beauty,
sunning herself at Concord Academy
as though in mid-July...
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Many of her sisters, nodding to the calendar,
have let their glory fade to shades of dusty rust:
appropriate for autumn,
much too early for late summer
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while this one lovely still stands tall,
her face up to the august sun;
with full and ample blossoms, each petal pure and fresh,
she waves hello to passersby on every gentle breeze...
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She knows that fall's around the corner,
now just weeks away,
but she'll sit poised as summer's queen,
reigning from her bushy throne
until some chill or frost appear
and rob her of her crown...
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Grant me Hydrangea's beauty, Lord,
her grace and strength, her firm determination
to sip from summer's cup the last drop of joy
offered in this season of your warm and fruitful love...
Then, filled with summer's peace,
I will not shun the fall but rather run to it
and dive into its autumn beauty:
a child in a mound of rustling leaves, lost
in a season of new gifts, Lord,
a season of your grace...
MMMM
Protect me, Lord, while I'm awake
and watch over me while I sleep
that awake, I might keep watch with you
and asleep, rest in your peace...
Amen...
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Every Season by Nicole Nordeman
Every evening sky, an invitation
To trace the patterned stars
And early in July, a celebration
For freedom that is ours
And I notice You
In children’s games
In those who watch them from the shade
Every drop of sun is full of fun and wonder
You are summer...
And even when the trees have just surrendered
To the harvest time
Forfeiting their leaves in late September
And sending us inside
Still I notice You when change begins
And I am braced for colder winds
I will offer thanks for what has been and what's to come
You are autumn...
And everything in time and under heaven
Finally falls asleep
Wrapped in blankets white, all creation
Shivers underneath
And still I notice you
When branches crack
And in my breath on frosted glass
Even now in death, You open doors for life to enter
You are winter...
And everything that’s new has bravely surfaced
Teaching us to breathe
What was frozen through is newly purposed
Turning all things green
So it is with You
And how You make me new
With every season’s change
And so it will be
As You are re-creating me
Summer, autumn, winter, spring...
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