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 England
The sun slants in so fine
And the air's so clear
You can almost hear the grapes grow on the vine.

 

The nights are sharp with starlight
And the days are cool and clean
And in the blue sky overhead
The northern geese fly south instead
And leaves are Irish Setter red
When Fall comes to New England.

 

When Fall comes to New England
And the wind blows off the sea
Swallows fly in a perfect sky
And the world was meant to be.

When the acorns line the walkways
Then winter can't be far
From yellow leaves a blue jay calls
Grandmothers walk out in their shawls
And chipmunks run the old stone walls
When Fall comes to New England.

 

The frost is on the pumpkin
The squash is off the vine
And winter warnings race across the sky
The squirrels are on to something
And they're working overtime
The foxes blink and stare and so do I.

 

'Cause when Fall comes to New England
Oh I can't turn away
From fading light on flying wings
And late good-byes a robin sings
And then another thousand things
When Fall comes to New England.

When Fall comes to New England...

 

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