I arise today
blessed by all things.
The English poet, William Blake, once penned that all “the daughters of the year shall dance” in autumn and “sing the lusty song of fruit and flowers.” I think it might be hard to find a much lustier song or livelier a dance than what the beauties above are lending to October’s opus. As a part of the process of summer’s “slow disrobing” and the “summing up” before year’s end, their ordained and impassioned performances are undeniably spreading a magnificent and long lasting “common feast for all that live.” From this rich banquet, the berries will remain on winter’s menu for birds who fly not elsewhere for warmer refuge. The seeds in the lower right corner produced from flowers like the pink and blue morning glories will foster faith and hope for we mortals as they carry the promise of spring through winter’s cold and dark dominion. The scarlet spots in the throat of the yellow Canna will bleed thoughts of Christ into our awareness as we look forward to celebrating His birth in deep December. And the scent and sight of the inimitable rose will take its usual place in memory whilst not in bloom.
I will perpetuate Your memory through all generations; therefore the nations will praise You for ever and ever. ~Psalm 9:6 ✝