This is the time when the ground turns gold
When red confetti falls
And the woods out my door is living and dying.
Grant me O Lord an eye to see and a heart to feel.
These are the days when the wood-smoke curls
And the pine cones crackle
When logs are split
And the crock pot simmers.
Grant me O Lord a mind to ponder and love unbounded.
Tonight is a night when the air is moist and the stars shine low
When moonbeams reach deep, deep in our rooms while we sleep content.
Grant us O Lord a nourished soul and a giving spirit.
Grant us wisdom to gather your gifts and count them, one-by-one-by-one.
Amen
N.N.
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