On the Edge of Autumn
Season of greenfulness,
Riding on a blue planet
As it slowly tips away from the sun
And causes your green leaves
To undress themselves in the chemistry of fall
And show the colors hiding under chlorophyll.
Dear God, we wear our images so long and carefully,
As if to hide our true colors
From the embarrassing light of day;
And so we ask you—poised on the edge of fall
To let us tip our hearts closer to you
And let you deal with all our shame.
Your son forgave his murderers;
We know he will forgive us, too
(Do we even have to ask?)
So that we can cover others’ shame and hurt
With the colors of compassion
And so we pray: “Lord, in your mercy, hear our prayer.”
The weight of our pain and fear can overwhelm us, Lord;
We need you to flex your strong arms
And gently lift these burdens from us all
Then we will rest in you like autumn leaves on warm October ground,
And catalog and lend your colors to a weary world.
We start right now by praying: “Our Father…”
May the heat of God’s love
Penetrate our heads and hearts
So we may learn that we are loved
And that we ARE love
For those we meet each week.