528. Behold congenial autumn comes, the Sabbath of the year. ~John Logan

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There’s music in the sighing of a reed;
There’s music in the gushing of a rill;
There’s music in all things, if men had ears:
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.
~Lord Byron

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Year after year I fall in love again with autumn, and this one is no different than all the others. Even though few leaves have changed colors, there are tangible signs of Keats “season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.” Samples of such manifest themselves daily in the form of ripening seeds, nuts, hips, berries, fruits, and acorns. As well several crisp mornings have filled autumn’s cup with its quintessential sanctity, and some shrouded in foggy mists have revealed squirrels scurrying about with greater urgency while birds, soon to pull out on migratory treks, feast on seeds and berries like the ones in the photo. These are American beautyberries, and they first appeared months ago in shades of pretty, pale greens, but as autumn drew near they deepened into their stunning shade of magenta and began issuing forth tunes in this, the next series of earth’s delightful melodies.

Passages in Scripture indicate that music originated with God and accompanied Creation, and there are those who yet hear the continuing echoes of Yahweh’s “Divine symphony” as made evident in the lines I quoted from Lord Byron. The American evangelist, Beth Moore, says that a song is “the fluent language of the soul,” and I couldn’t agree more because it is my soul that “hears” the myriads of earth’s melodic voices. I think perhaps the hymns of nature are more discernible in spring and autumn after they’ve been weighed down by winter’s oppression or nearly snuffed out by the intensity of summer’s fires, but earth’s music never fails to play on. And whenever the “echo of the spheres” and “the music in all things” of which Baron Byron spoke is heard, it is a privilege to “listen” to the “songs of the morning stars and the angels shout for joy” (Job 38:7). And how blessed are we, the peoples of the earth, that God “takes delight” in us, that “He quiets” us “with His love,” and that “He rejoices” over us “with singing.”

“The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.”   ~Zephaniah 3:17   ✝

13 thoughts on “528. Behold congenial autumn comes, the Sabbath of the year. ~John Logan”

    • Oh I’m so glad that my post lifted you up. That lifts me up too. I’m doing battle tonight with my feet and right now they are winning. I love your soul, Belinda, and am so thankful that I could touch it in some way. Love and hugs, N ❤ ❤ ❤

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  3. I have some lovely shots of the beauty berries I found in the woods. They grow as shrubs down in Florida where my aunt lives, but here, they only tend to grow wild in the woods—so pretty and rather magical–
    I enjoyed the nice look at Byron—-
    hugs and love—cookie

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    • I think the beautyberries are the most gorgeous color! They are shrubs here too, but I expect growing wild in the woods does make them seem rather magical. I’m glad you enjoyed the Byron quote. It’s one of my faves! I pray your wearly soul gets some good rest tonight, my friend. ❤ ❤ ❤

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    • Tis lovely to think about, isn’t it?! They have recorded some sounds in deep space and they definitely have a lyrical sound to them. And I believe it was Mozart who could hear music in everything. Love and hugs to you Trini. I’ve been enjoying your recent posts as well. ❤ ❤ ❤

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  6. a song is “the fluent language of the soul,” it’s so true, these words resonate in me! Beautul thoughts once more! Thank you Natalie 🙂 ♥♥♥

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