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Gratitude for Autumn

As the day light grows shorter and the air grows chillier, we become more aware of the changing seasons of our lives.

Undeniably it seems that autumn has finally arrived to the Bay Area.

Being originally from New England, I well remember the dramatic changes as the crimson leaves drop down to the earth, and nature begins it’s inward journey through the winter.

I’d love to share with you, a “Song for Autumn” from one of my favorite poets, Mary Oliver

Song for Autumn

In the deep fall
don’t you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
freshets of wind? And don’t you think
the trees themselves, especially those with mossy,
warm caves, begin to think
of the birds that will come — six, a dozen — to sleep

inside their bodies? And don’t you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow? The pondvanishes, and the white field over which
the fox runs so quickly brings out
its blue shadows. And the wind pumps its
bellows. And at evening especially,
the piled firewood shifts a little,
longing to be on its way.

— Mary Oliver from New and Selected Poems, Vol. 2

Blessings and Peace,

Pastor Laurie

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