Autumnal colours presage
The onset of dark winter.
Suddenly familiar paths
Are overhung with flaming reds,
Bright orange and illuminated yellow.
Our cameras click to save the view,
Our fingers itch to save the fallen
Leaves- as gorgeous
As any modern fabric.
The glory fades, so transitory
That before we know it
The trees are skeletons
Of dark and beautiful
Shapes.
Along the ground the beauty lies crushed,
A mulch to turn into fresh earth.
Your Glory, Creator God,
Fades not.
It is beyond the brilliance
Of earthly colour.
Your glory lies in sacrifice
In the ultimate gift
Of Jesus.
He revealed your glory
As he did your will,
Seeking the lost and the fragile,
Supporting the sinner and the friendless.
He still does, through our prayers,
Our actions,
Our care.
Autumnal glory delights us
And vanishes,
The glory of the Lord
Fills us with beauty
Which cannot be destroyed.
Teach us to value
That which you have given us.
Amen Hazel Parsons
Reading. Isaiah 12:1-6
SthF 115. Praise ye the Lord! ‘Tis good to raise
