With Joy Still Intact

Singing the praises of September-Fall's Glory this morning!

Happy First Autumn Saturday of 2022!

Psalm 24:1

The earth is the Lord's, and the fulness thereof; 

the world, and they that dwell therein.

From molds of bronze and blue and gold September’s daybreak spills

An aura from Another World steeps treetops, fields and hills

In deep green woodland diadems, stained-glass-like fragments gleam

In ditches scarlet hawkweed gems and purple aster stream 

From welkin wellsprings, wonder, like a drum roll, stirs the heart

As earth and heavens thunder with first autumn’s works of art

Delight dines on Sublime Arrangements, Beauty’s buffet stacked

In spite of summertime’s estrangements, with joy still intact

The sun is like a trumpet heralding Mercy’s embrace

The world wrapped in a blanket unfurled from the throne of grace

Where, no matter the season, we are part and parcel of

The very humbling reason of God’s everlasting love

How tender is the awe of mourning/morning where Past’s ashes strew

While splendor never stops adorning earth with Heaven’s woo

September’s paint brush hovers while fall’s thrilling Prelude plays

Where joy never recovers from Creation’s constant praise

© Janet Martin