Pause for Prayer: SUNDAY 9/8

Photo by John McGinty

My friend John McGinty blogs at BothSidesNow where he offered, some years ago, his thoughts on arriving at his home on Job's Pond in Portland, CT.  Here's a brief excerpt from John's reflection, followed by my own Pause for Prayer:

Forty minutes ago I arrived at Job’s Pond. I got out of the car and just breathed. Blue cloud-marked sky. Green grass. Quiet waters of the pond. Absolute silence. Just the kind of moment I love. Just the kind of moment I need much of the time.

But tonight it is different...  Everything felt different. What was it?

Ah! Obviously. It is the first time this year that I have felt the summer slipping away, pulling away from the dock and beginning the trek to wherever summers spend their winters. That must be somewhere deep in the heart of God...

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Lord, I grieve these hints of summer's end
stirring in my heart of hearts,
long before the leaves begin to turn...

Summer is slipping away, Lord,
and there's nothing I can do to stop her!

I cannot slow her pace
as she journeys to where summers go
to sleep away the winter...

I can't hold summer back
but I do know where she's going:
heading home to rest 

where she was born,
deep in God's own heart...

My journey's not so different, Lord:
I'm always heading home,
home to where sweet summers go,
the place where I was born to be
deep in God's own heart...

Lord, give me peace
as seasons change and I reach out
to hold what can't be held
until I'm finally home
where you hold me forever
in that season of your love
when summer never slips away...

 

Give me peace, Lord, 

as the seasons change and I reach out

to hold what can't be held

until I'm finally home

where you'll hold me forever:

in the season of your love,

where summer never slips away

in the depths of your own heart...

Amen.

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