The last fragments of summer dissolve in the Autumn rain.
While there are some things I definitely want to come to an end, there are many others I mourn. I mourn the falling of leaves as they reveal the skeleton branches beneath. I mourn the the sun waiting so long to rise in the mornings. I mourn the daylight snuffed out so early in the evening.
The word last, gives me the feeling of endings. But nature teaches me that nothing really ends. Mortal life is a cycle and some stages of the cycle are more energizing than others. I think what I learn from the months of darkness is to be still. Stop resisting. Allow this phase of the cycle to offer it's gracious hospitality. Candlelight, deeper, mustier smells, and sounds of the wind rushing through bare branches.
It isn't the last time to experience these sensory delights, but it is what God has given right now.
I appreciate you giving a space for mourning, even in the rhythms and cycles of daily life. Deeply resonated with me. I came here by way of Five minute Fridays...
ReplyDeleteI do not have time to mourn,
ReplyDeleteI do not have time to cry.
From the day that I was born
I was aimed right here to die.
The days may dim but I don't care,
the lights all go on full bright,
and I shall go and take the air
in the freezing banished night.
Roll it on, the smoke and thunder,
feel the earth shake underfoot,
smell the clean exhaust and wonder
if, perhaps, the season's moot.
To the coming night of cancer
speed and power are my answer.
#1 at FMF this week.
https://blessed-are-the-pure-of-heart.blogspot.com/2019/10/your-dying-spouse-692-my-first-music.html