Dear Friends,

The fact that it is Fall has become evident in the past few weeks. When I go to get my granddaughter off to school, it is still dark. When I’m outside grilling supper, I’m needing to turn on the porch light to be able to see what I am cooking. The tree leaves have started to change. Yes, the season has changed; Fall is upon us.

In that spirit, take a few moments to reflect on the following poem:

Autumn Prayer

Grant that these Autumn days may be our harvest season;

That our lives may reap the fruitage of a well spent year.

Let us be happy with the joy of flaming hillsides,

With the glory of the Indian Summer, with the ecstasy of the ripening grain.

Happy in the harvest of our high hopes, in the garner of sweet memories.

In the ripening of true friendships.

In the reaping of bounteous blessings of the buoyant spring and brimming summer;

Happy in the knowledge of some little kindness done, some great good gained;

Happy in the strength, our surer hope, our wider lives and loftier visions.

Let these be our jubilant days, the days of our rejoicing.

The golden-rod yellow, the corn is turning brown;

The trees in apple orchards with fruit are bending down.

Agape,

Pastor Steve