AUTUMN

Snippet

There is a time in late September when the leaves are still green, and the days are still warm, but somehow you know that it is all about to end, as if summer was holding its breath, and when it let it out again, it would be autumn.  Sharyn McCrumb

Scripture

Jerusalem, worship God!

    Zion, praise your God!

He made your city secure,

    he blessed your children among you.

He keeps the peace at your borders,

    he puts the best bread on your tables.

He launches his promises earthward—

    how swift and sure they come!

He spreads snow like a white fleece,

    he scatters frost like ashes,

He broadcasts hail like birdseed—

    who can survive his winter?

Then he gives the command and it all melts;

    he breathes on winter—suddenly it’s spring! Message Paraphrase Psalms 147:12-18

Song

Autumn Almanac By Kinks

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3AMWc6t3cc

From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar,

When the dawn begins to crack.

It's all part of my autumn almanac.

Breeze blows leaves of a musty-coloured yellow,

So I sweep them in my sack.

Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.

Friday evenings, people get together,

Hiding from the weather.

Tea and toasted, buttered currant buns

Can't compensate for lack of sun,

Because the summer's all gone.

La-la-la-la...

Oh, my poor rheumatic back

Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.

La-la-la-la...

Oh, my autumn almanac

Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.

I like my football on a Saturday,

Roast beef on Sundays, all right.

I go to Blackpool for my holidays,

Sit in the open sunlight.

This is my street, and I'm never gonna to leave it,

And I'm always gonna to stay here

If I live to be ninety-nine,

'Cause all the people I meet

Seem to come from my street

And I can't get away,

Because it's calling me, (come on home)

Hear it calling me, (come on home)

La-la-la-la...

Oh, my autumn Armagnac

Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.

La-la-la-la...

Oh, my autumn almanac

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!

Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!

[etc.]

Sentence Prayer

Oh God Who brings us both light and darkness, I mourn the lost of light and accept the coming of darkness.  Grant that as darkness grows stronger and light weaker in the days and weeks to come, my faith in your triumph over sin and death may be certain as the eventual return of light.  I ask this in the name of Jesus, the light of the world.  Amen 

A book of Irish American Blessings and Prayers Andrew Greeley  Pg 165