Of August Days (we dearly love)

Where petal-rainbows run awry

Where wildflower rivers run wild

Where green fields rush to brush the sky

Where earth is like a laughing child

Where woods-lined backroads lob a lure

To poet-paradise unfurled

Where ink runs rife and font/want is pure

Where summer’s full bloom fills the world

Where treetop-whispers tune a tide

That runs beneath the brief façade

Of fruit and flowered countryside

Of field and garden-stippled sod

Where butterflies and songbirds flit

Where clover bends beneath the buzz

Of bees, too busy to just sit

And gaze a bit at what soon was

Where overhead cicadas drone

And underneath cricket-band plays

A non-stop backdrop, monotone

Heralding sweet, fleet August Days

Where a sense of impending due

Beckons us to commune with plants

To revel in hue upon hue

Of pleasure the Creator grants

To steep our senses in the joy

Of lily-lavished living-rooms

Before nature’s ordained ‘ahoy’

Snuffs waning wicks of petal-plumes

To never be too hurried to

Slow down and praise the Giver of

Each sheaf and leaf; each darling woo

Of August days we dearly love

© Janet Martin

Psalm 65

(I was going to choose just a few verses but each one is so awesome

I am sharing the whole beautiful chapter)

Praise is awaiting You, O God, in Zion;

And to You the [a]vow shall be performed.

2 O You who hear prayer,

To You all flesh will come.

3 Iniquities prevail against me;

As for our transgressions,

You will provide atonement for them.

4 Blessed is the man You choose,

And cause to approach You,

That he may dwell in Your courts.

We shall be satisfied with the goodness of Your house,

Of Your holy temple.

5 By awesome deeds in righteousness You will answer us,

O God of our salvation,

You who are the confidence of all the ends of the earth,

And of the far-off seas;

6 Who established the mountains by His strength,

Being clothed with power;

7 You who still the noise of the seas,

The noise of their waves,

And the tumult of the peoples.

8 They also who dwell in the farthest parts are afraid of Your signs;

You make the outgoings of the morning and evening [b]rejoice.

9 You [c]visit the earth and water it,

You greatly enrich it;

The river of God is full of water;

You provide their grain,

For so You have prepared it.

10 You water its ridges abundantly,

You settle its furrows;

You make it soft with showers,

You bless its growth.

11 You crown the year with Your goodness,

And Your paths drip with abundance.

12 They drop on the pastures of the wilderness,

And the little hills rejoice on every side.

13 The pastures are clothed with flocks;

The valleys also are covered with grain;

They shout for joy, they also sing.