How swift the summer goes,
Forget-me-not, pink, rose.
The young grass when I started
And now the hay is carted,
And now my song is ended.
And all the summer splendid;
The blackbird’s second brood
Routs beech leaves in the wood;
The pink and rose have speeded.
Forget-me-not has seeded.
Only the winds that blew,
The rain that makes things new,
The earth that hides things old.
And blessings manifold.
Excerpt from The Everlasting Mercy, John Masefield (1878-1967)
Sometimes we expose our roots just above the water line when the season of the soul shifts in the middle of stacking clean dishes. We’re all showy and colorful on the outside, bare knuckling hope down underneath, until someone trades a bouquet of forget-me-nots for your dish towel. And you smell the rain coming through the screens and watch the leaves shift cameleon.
Welcome to Fall friends. May our hearts rejoice in the hope that change carries.
There’s an opportune time to do things, a right time for everything on the earth. ~Ecclesiastes 3:1, MSG