• AUTUMN’S PROMISE

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  Apr 29

  AUTUMN’S PROMISE

   

  Autumn is still a season of promise

  not merely the peeling of the farewell gong.

   

  For every creature in God’s creation

  autumn’s fingers creep over us once in every year.

  The searing heat of summer ends.

  The joys of the fullness of maturity have been celebrated

  and begin to fade.

  The flowers and fruits relinquish their bright dominance.

  They have given themselves in their glory,

  so often hardly noticed,

  hardly appreciated with gratitude.

   

  For us the creatures in God’s creation

  autumn creeps over us somewhere along life’s course.

  The bright energy of summer flags.

  The joys of the fullness of maturity have been celebrated

  and begin to fade,

  We relinquish our bright dominance.

  We have given ourselves in our glory,

  so often hardly noticed,

  hardly appreciated with gratitude.

   

  And yet

  What is maturity, of the year or of the years?

  What is the promise of autumn?

   

  The cosmos flowers only spread their glory

  in the autumn of the year.

  There are flowers, fruits, so many other creatures

  that appear not to reach the autumn of their days,

  their life cut short before its apparent span.

  Is their autumn only a moment,

  a brief glance back over their shoulder

  at the glory they have spread?

   

  Is maturity not a task of every season

  to have been ourselves and given ourselves in glory,

  often hardly noticed,

  hardly appreciated with gratitude?

   

  Is that autumn’s promise……………and gift?

  TR     9^th January 2002

  

  Autumn's Promise
  Tagged as: reflection poem
  
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