Blessed be your name, Holy One
who blesses us with seasons.
Autumnal myriad hues, like Joseph’s coat,
Swirl around, reminders of your radiant presence
and your love. Always with us.
Waning Hunter moon
its labour easing drawing out the night,
while bittersweet memories
tinge the frosty air.
Saints and saints, both.
Those whose names and smells and voices
we recall, with smiles upon our heavy hearts.
Those with halos shinning bright;
Owning unknown faces,
inspiring words,
mysterious deeds of wonder;
Watching from mosaic, tempera, coloured glass.
Both saint and Saint
remembered in this hallowed time,
of falling leaf and tolling bell.
Blessed be your name, Holy One
who blesses us with seasons.
Seasons of the earth_
transient life, perpetual soul.
