Ordinary Time, the Last Sunday of August

sassafras leaves

cool morning breeze
plays a quiet tune thru the windchimes
Sunday morning hymn
***
blue jays
shouting from cedar top to cedar top
Invocation
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first golden leaves
gently fall to the ground
Sunday morning offertory
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meadow grasses
golden and heavy with seed
bowing in the morning breeze
Prayers of thanksgiving
***
late summer drought
brings the first color of autumn
sassafras leaves & sheaves of sumac
Benediction
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18 thoughts on “Ordinary Time, the Last Sunday of August

  1. I continue to be amazed at how your poetry so eloquently captures the seasons in nature and in our lives. You are really observant!

    Nancy

    P.S. The beagle says hi!

  2. So good, this one–a liturgy made for the likes of me, for sure. Reminds me of a favorite quote from Wendell Berry:

    “I don’t think it is enough appreciated how much an outdoor book the Bible is.[…]It is best read and understood outdoors, and the farther outdoors the better. Or that has been my experience of it. Passages that within walls seem improbable or incredible, outdoors seem merely natural. This is because outdoors we are confronted everywhere with wonders . . .”

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