Image: George Mendoza
I posted this prayer many times in the twelve years since I wrote it: it’s one of my favorites so I hope it bears repeating…
Good morning, good God!
I offer you my thanks
for your divine imagination,
your playful wisdom shaping mother earth,
her seasons and their beauty…
Who first knew your plan, O Lord,
for shorter days and autumn chill
to sap the summer’s chlorophyll
from leafy, shady boughs?
I see revealed in summer’s loss,
in each tree’s seasoned fading,
your glory: gold and russet,
purple-patched and crimson-crowned…
A gift of longer nights,
these hidden hues now bared reveal
reveal your touch on every branch,
bestowing blessings on the breeze…
Fall’s light now filters softly
through leaves aglow within:
so simple, your fine artistry,
delightful and divine…
When my heart’s hope is fading,
paint my soul in autumn hues,
illumined with that holy light
whose only source is you…
I offer you my thanks, Lord
Amen.
