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Saturday, October 28, 2023

With All That God Makes Possible...

Happy final golden weekend of October, 2023


In autumn poetry tugs at the heart at every turn
awakening in us the same awe as it did in poets of old...

Psalm 8

 O LORD, our Lord,

how majestic is Your name in all the earth!

You have set Your glory

above the heavens.

2From the mouths of children and infants

You have ordained praiseb

on account of Your adversaries,

to silence the enemy and avenger.

3When I behold Your heavens,

the work of Your fingers,

the moon and the stars,

which You have set in place—

4what is man that You are mindful of him,

or the son of man that You care for him?

5You made him a little lower than the angels;c

You crowned him with glory and honor.

6You made him ruler of the works of Your hands;

You have placed everything under his feet:d

7all sheep and oxen,

and even the beasts of the field,

8the birds of the air and the fish of the sea,

all that swim the paths of the seas.

9O LORD, our Lord,

how majestic is Your name in all the earth!


If at all possible, allow yourself to pause from pressing care
To rest beneath the golden bough slowly but surely growing bare...



Look at the birds and breathe a prayer of thankfulness to He who tends
The creatures of land, sea and air with mercy’s gracious dividends...



If at all possible, delight in simple sight-and-sound of Leaf
Indulge desire’s appetite with wonders, momentous and brief...





If at all possible, allow yourself to pause from pressing care
To rest beneath the golden bough slowly but surely growing bare
Take time to hum a humble hymn of hope, happiness, peace and love
To take note of the gifts that brim from autumn’s dimming treasure trove

Look at the birds and breathe a prayer of thankfulness to He who tends
The creatures of land, sea and air with mercy’s gracious dividends
Now and then commit to ignore the rigid edict of tick-tock
Enjoy falls fading hues before they strew the yard and street and walk

If at all possible, delight in simple sight-and-sound of Leaf
Indulge desire’s appetite with wonders, momentous and brief
Enjoy the view, autumn-dawn pure; of no two days ever the same
Drawing us to our Farewell Tour back to the Hand from whence we came

Explore moments shucked from a sheaf that spills its grief in russet snow
As soft, the earth is tucked beneath a counterpane of Afterglow
If at all possible, allow Autumn’s glory to steal your breath
Before the gold and scarlet bough bears the stark evidence of death

Oh Lord, our Lord, How majestic is Your great name in all the earth
From age to age, You light the wick that kindles worship's awestruck birth
For no mortal can grasp Your ways and thoughts, but should wholly contend 
With all that You make possible, to praise and praise You without end 

© Janet Martin

Explore moments shucked from a sheaf that spills its grief in russet snow
As soft, the earth is tucked beneath a counterpane of Afterglow...



If at all possible, allow Autumn’s glory to steal your breath...
Before the gold and scarlet bough bears the stark evidence of death...



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