Autumn's . . .

Sacred companions . . .
gathered . . . ripened . . .
each with a beauty of her own . . .
harvest time feels more convincing . . .

"The flowers have turned to seeds and fruit,
For our enjoyment,
Our sustenance,
And our future life.
This is the time of fulfillment and completion.
It has a beauty of its own:
Perfect symbol of your providence.
We rejoice in the fruits you give us
in your loving generosity."
(Philip Jeff, from Sacred Threshold)

For all of OUR seasons . . . and yesterday's soul feast . . .

Deo Gratias!