THE GIFT OF AUTUMN
O’ gates of Heaven that raineth down thy bounty
Of crimson leaves and hazelnuts against a golden sky,
What nourishing fodder befalls this fine autumn morning
As Thy radiant beauty is gracefully revealed before our eyes?
Rusty corn tassels wave in the crisp, fresh breeze
Beckoning all come forth and partake of Thy harvest;
Ripened fruits, corn, and bread loaves nurture feeble spirits
That have lain unsown like fallen seeds on the granary floor.
Long after the magnificent rainbow of autumn has withered,
Our hearts remain kindled with love and light from chestnut fires;
We raise our dipper gourds brimming with the cider of everlasting life
And give thanks, praise, honor, and glory unto Thy holy name.
-Carolyn E. Scott
© 11/10/04
O’ gates of Heaven that raineth down thy bounty
Of crimson leaves and hazelnuts against a golden sky,
What nourishing fodder befalls this fine autumn morning
As Thy radiant beauty is gracefully revealed before our eyes?
Rusty corn tassels wave in the crisp, fresh breeze
Beckoning all come forth and partake of Thy harvest;
Ripened fruits, corn, and bread loaves nurture feeble spirits
That have lain unsown like fallen seeds on the granary floor.
Long after the magnificent rainbow of autumn has withered,
Our hearts remain kindled with love and light from chestnut fires;
We raise our dipper gourds brimming with the cider of everlasting life
And give thanks, praise, honor, and glory unto Thy holy name.
-Carolyn E. Scott
© 11/10/04
