Have you ever wondered about how much God enjoys the seasons? As I sat in a chair on my patio a few afternoons ago, a cup of steaming coffee in my hand, I pondered this. I soaked in the warmth of the late afternoon sun on my face. I enjoyed watching the leaves fall down. I marveled in the light passing through the many colored trees. I thought about how much rapture God experiences in each tiny part that I couldn't see. This poem is all about this.
Gather the starlight; Transverse the ebony
Ride the solar winds endlessly
Dance upon the waves of the rose-hued moon
The vibrations of the universe You attune.
Bounce on the breeze of an Indian summer
Snatch the foliage that You plunder
Blush in the sumac, the beech, the maple
Every element You gently cradle.
Cast down the hedge apple, acorn, and cone
Deliver the harvest golden grown
Direct the fowl to their winter abode
In this interval Your grace is bestowed.
Twist and twirl the seasons around
Astound in mysteries sacred and profound
Attire Yourself in nature's grandeur
Savor and possess all adoration, dearest Savior.