Wednesday, September 14, 2022

Dear God,

September winds are changing.  Temperatures are sliding.  Daylight hours are growing shorter.  Autumn is nearly here.  

The yearly rhythms are a thing to behold.  In Maine the seasons are revealed, all four of them.  I love the way one neatly slips into the next.  Each one has its own unique beauty and message.  Indeed, times are changing and I need to change with them.

Holy God,

creator of all

that is,

thank you

for the

seasonal changes.

Thank you

for speaking

once again

of infinite things.

Bless you,

Loving Father,

for all

your gifts.

Love, Andrea