Snatches of September Song...

Happy over halfway-through-September and

the first day of the last week of summer

so, slow down and enjoy!! 

Ps.89:11

The heavens are Yours, the earth also is Yours;
The world and all its fullness, 

You have founded them

The flowers, as if sensing summer’s impending demise

With orchestral-like vim, reach for crescendos, no holds barred...

As asters, at long last release glimpses of paradise

In Masterpieces tossed across landscapes, white-purple-starred...

The flowers, as if sensing summer’s impending demise

With orchestral-like vim, reach for crescendos, no holds barred

As asters, at long last release glimpses of paradise

In Masterpieces tossed across landscapes, white-purple-starred

And orchard throughfares bustle with brief activity

As ballads of ‘kerplunk’ kindle an ageless, pure delight

As crickets serenade all of beloved humanity

For everyone is precious in their Choir-conductor’s sight

Thus, we are all beholden to join in as best we can

To worship The Creator of the heavens and the earth

To echo dear old David as He marveled ‘what is man?

That He is mindful of us, and grants tasks of sacred worth

Goldenrod-tapers gleam along freeways and boulevards

That wander from the beaten path through rural solitude

The silver-poplar shimmers, tugging at heartstrings of bards

Evoking poetry, plumbed from scents of summer subdued

From misty morning meanders, from musky, dusky strolls

From fields farmers denude; from gardens, spilling final spoil

From an emerging aura of autumn, rolling through souls

Where once-upon-sweet-summer’s day we reveled in its toil

Atop the tides that tug beneath in Holy Ground of Now

To-everything-a-season and purpose under the sun

As September keens us more closely, to Time’s Scythe somehow

As trees, once green adapt a sheen of hues, not quite begun

Devotion/emotion chokes on wonder; ‘what is man’ that God should bless

Our neglect of worship, with Beauty’s unplumbed reserves

Meeting bold expectation with pear-plum-kissed happiness

With more to thrill awe’s senses than any of us deserves

While we are drawing nearer to a line we cannot see

For some of us September will draw one last door ajar

For some of us September will unveil eternity

Thus, we should all remember God, no matter who we are

Before Time’s silver cord is loosed and its golden bowl breaks

Before September’s embers dim and yield to He who grants

Each apple-dappled, dewdrop-dazzled frond; who gives and takes

Who founded every favour of Divine Extravagance

Corn-rows arrange a symphony of whispers, like a toast

To butterflies bobbing beneath heaven’s boundless blue swell

Harvest, hope’s culmination humbles calloused, mortal boast

As mercy, new each morning twirls September’s carousel

As nostrils fill with nuances of nature’s fine vermouth

As we consider God, and love’s divine extravagance

As we learn how to worship Him in spirit and in truth

As September unveils a smorgasbord of evidence

As we, agape, witness the One whose Sovereign order rules

Where through worlds clearly seen even a child can understand

As Innocence, immune to the pitiful plight of fools

Catches snatches of music from September’s beaming band

Janet Martin

Meeting bold expectation with pear-plum-kissed happiness...

As nostrils fill with nuances of nature’s fine vermouth...

...like a toast

To butterflies bobbing beneath heaven’s boundless blue swell

Harvest, hope’s culmination humbles calloused, mortal boast...