Here Comes September--Rev. Joy Mounts

Once  again the seasons have turned, and fall has arrived. It might not quite feel like it but it is here. And with it comes Welcome Back Sunday, the start of school, programs at the church gear up again, the leaves begin to turn, and hopefully there will be a crispness in the air. There may also be a feeling of sadness or regret over things not done during the summer. But there is also a feeling of excitement as to what the fall and all of its adventures will bring.

That is how life feels sometimes – regret over things not done or said, or help not given. Excitement over where life is taking you or what adventures have been yet to be experienced. Below are two poems that express both of these possibilities. They express the paradox of September.

In the middle of all of this, it is comforting to know that God is with us as we experience both the highs and lows of life. As we wonder where the mountaintop moments are or long to stay there. In all the seasons of our lives, God walks with us. This is reassuring, encouraging, and inspiring. We need to hold on to that with open hands and open hearts as we boldly walk into all the adventures that September and beyond.

Peace, Joy

September
Lucy Maud Montgomery

Lo! a ripe sheaf of many golden days,
Gleaned by the year in autumn's harvest ways,
With here and there, blood-tinted as an ember,
Some crimson poppy of a late delight,
Atoning in its splendor for the flight,
Of summer blooms and joys-
This is September.

Autumn Day
Rainer Maria Rilke  1902 – translated by Edward Snow 1991

Lord: it is time. The summer was immense,
Lay your long shadows on the sundials,
and on the meadows let the winds go free.
Command the last fruits to be full;
give them just two more southern days,
urge them on to completion and chase
the last sweetness into the heavy wine.
Who has no house now, will never build one.
Who is alone now, will long remain so,
will stay awake, read, write long letters and will wander restlessly up and down
the tree-lines streets, when the leaves are drifting