Saturday, October 8, 2011

AUTUMN AWAKENING

This month starts green and ends golden. Take it in

ARRIVING AT OCTOBER. We have arrived at October, the month that becomes golden. Here in Indianapolis, everything is still mostly green. Leaves are turning and a few are falling, though not enough yet to rake. Each day I ride my bike through Eagle Creek Park (where this photo was taken), the colors become richer and my sense of autumn's emergence becomes fuller.

A PRAYER OF TED LODER. Here’s a piece out of Ted Loder’s Guerrillas of Grace (Innisfree Press, 1984), a striking collection of poems and prayers from the heart of a Methodist pastor from Pennsylvania. Thanks once again, Kathy Wallace, for the gift of this book; it’s one I open often.

O extravagant God,
in this ripening, red-tinged autumn,
waken in me a sense of joy
in just being alive,
joy for nothing in general
except everything in particular;
joy in sun and rain
mating with earth to birth a harvest;
joy in soft light
through shyly disrobing trees;
joy in the acolyte moon
setting halos around processing clouds;
joy in the beating of a thousand wings
mysteriously knowing which way is warm;
joy in wagging tails and kids’ smiles
and in this spunky old city;
joy in the taste of bread and wine,
the smell of dawn,
a touch,
a song,
a presence;
joy in having what I cannot live without --
other people to hold and cry and laugh with;
joy in love,
in you;
and that all at first and last
is grace.

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