With All That God Makes Possible...

10 years ago Happy final golden weekend of October, 2023 In autumn poetry tugs at the heart at every turnawakening in us the same awe as it did in poets of old...Psalm 8 O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is Your name in all the earth! You have set Your glory above the heavens. From the mouths of children and infants You have ordained praise on account of Your adversaries, to silence the enemy and avenger. When I behold Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars, which You have set in place— what is man that You are mindful of him, or the son of man that You care for him? You made him a little lower than the angels; You crowned him with glory and honor. You made him ruler of the works of Your hands; You have placed everything under his feet: all sheep and oxen, and even the beasts of the field, the birds of the air and the fish of the sea, all that swim the paths of the seas. O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is Your name in all the earth! If at all possible, allow yourself to pause from pressing careTo rest beneath the golden bough slowly but surely growing bare... Look at the birds and breathe a prayer of thankfulness to He who tendsThe creatures of land, sea and air with mercy’s gracious dividends... If at all possible, delight in simple sight-and-sound of LeafIndulge desire’s appetite with wonders, momentous and brief... If at all possible, allow yourself to pause from pressing careTo rest beneath the golden bough slowly but surely growing bareTake time to hum a humble hymn of hope, happiness, peace and loveTo take note of the gifts that brim from autumn’s dimming treasure trove Look at the birds and breathe a prayer of thankfulness to He who tendsThe creatures of land, sea and air with mercy’s gracious dividendsNow and then commit to ignore the rigid edict of tick-tockEnjoy falls fading hues before they strew the yard and street and walk If at all possible, delight in simple sight-and-sound of LeafIndulge desire’s appetite with wonders, momentous and briefEnjoy the view, autumn-dawn pure; of no two days ever the sameDrawing us to our Farewell Tour back to the Hand from whence we came Explore moments shucked from a sheaf that spills its grief in russet snowAs soft, the earth is tucked beneath a counterpane of AfterglowIf at all possible, allow Autumn’s glory to steal your breathBefore the gold and scarlet bough bears the stark evidence of death Oh Lord, our Lord, How majestic is Your great name in all the earthFrom age to age, You light the wick that kindles worship's awestruck birthFor no mortal can grasp Your ways and thoughts, but should wholly contend With all that You make possible, to praise and praise You without end © Janet Martin Explore moments shucked from a sheaf that spills its grief in russet snowAs soft, the earth is tucked beneath a counterpane of Afterglow... If at all possible, allow Autumn’s glory to steal your breath...Before the gold and scarlet bough bears the stark evidence of death...