Friday’s exciting exploits hit me 48 hours later, and I am exhausted. But this is a good thing, because I am just hit with exhaustion, and not with the heart and breathing symptoms I often get in an ME relapse. I am hoping this will be a small dip that I can ride out. I’m doing a whole lot of lying in bed and staring at the ceiling. I should be better-practiced at this art of doing so little, but I suck at it. I am always wanting to do MORE. Would you pray that I rest well and my body heals well?
In the meantime, here is a psalm on autumn I wrote as a reflection exercise for my Story 201 course, meditating on the hidden beauty of change and loss, and a delicious photo that my husband took, starring the beautiful hands of my son. And some conkers (horse chestnuts). For me, this sings of autumn.
Praise the Lord.
Praise the God of summer and bloom;
Praise the God of autumn and shrivelled leaves.
He calls the dying foliage to glory and colour;
The trees to open their palms and reveal their weighty fruit.
The squirrels scurry and gather,
The birds squabble in the trees,
And beneath a carpet of red and yellow and brown
There are ants and slugs making stores for winter in the secrets of the undergrowth .
The Lord presides over the scurrying and the gathering;
He watches over the floating of the dying leaf as it falls to the ground in splendour.
The Lord is there in the bringing in and the letting go,
The clustering and the unfurling.
He breathes his goodness into my harvesting and into my yielding.
He is still light as the nights lengthen and the shadows come.
Praise the Lord, the God of autumn
Praise Him, the writer of all our days.
Over to you:
- What signs of autumn/fall are you rejoicing in this week?
- I wrote this psalm after meditating on Psalm 104:1-6, 10-16. If you like, you can write your own psalm, reflecting on how nature teaches you about God. Link to your post or add your poem in the comments.