10/24/22

NIGHT PRAYER: Monday 10/24


 
On these fine fall days, Lord,
there's something different, striking, fine
in how the sun shines through the trees...

Assuming autumn's angle, 
old Sol, up in the clouds, casts a warm October spell
over branches brushed to beauty, 
on leaves afire in hues and shades 
no summer's green could match:
    though the light comes down from heaven
    the leaves glow from within...


In my reverie, the trees still hold 
a warmth soaked in from August's skies, 
just now returning home 
in a psalmody of color, light and shadows,
rising up in praise of art divine:
    your glory, grace and gift...
 
Walking down fall's arbored roads
I see the glow - not everywhere - 
but here and there:
    your evergreening backdrop, 
    soft contrast giving shade for the bittersweet finale
    of a season's fading days...

On these fine fall days
there's something different, striking, fine
in how the sun shines through the trees
and glows with warmth within my heart...

For all of this I'm grateful, Lord,
to you I offer praise 
for the fire and the glory
of your presence in my world...

Protect me, Lord, while I'm awake
keep vigil while I sleep
that awake, I keep the watch with you
and asleep, rest in your peace...
 
Amen. 
 
Today's song is not a hymn but, in the spirit of the prayer above,
offered as a psalm of praise to God, revealed in nature...
 
When Fall Comes to New England by Cheryl Wheeler

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When Fall comes to New EnglandThe sun slants in so fineAnd the air's so clearYou can almost hear the grapes grow on the vine.
 
The nights are sharp with starlightAnd the days are cool and cleanAnd in the blue sky overheadThe northern geese fly south insteadAnd leaves are Irish Setter redWhen Fall comes to New England.
 
When Fall comes to New EnglandAnd the wind blows off the seaSwallows fly in a perfect skyAnd the world was meant to be.
When the acorns line the walkwaysThen winter can't be farFrom yellow leaves a blue jay callsGrandmothers walk out in their shawlsAnd chipmunks run the old stone wallsWhen Fall comes to New England.
 
The frost is on the pumpkinThe squash is off the vineAnd winter warnings race across the skyThe squirrels are on to somethingAnd they're working overtimeThe foxes blink and stare and so do I.
 
'Cause when Fall comes to New EnglandOh I can't turn awayFrom fading light on flying wingsAnd late good-byes a robin singsAnd then another thousand thingsWhen Fall comes to New England.
When Fall comes to New England...
 

  

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