Summer and Fall

Fall begins
Summer ends
Seasons change
Time is sand

Troubles remain
Hope is stale
Anger rises up
Divisions prevail

Opinions run amuck
Revealing ignorance
Man can’t stop
Feeding his arrogance

Creation burns
Fields drown
Great trees stand helpless
Poisons saturate the ground

Icecaps are melting
The oceans warm
Hurricanes churn
Viruses swarm

Waste overflows
Into our lands
Turning from Truth
We wash our hands

To demand our rights
Refusing responsibility
Blind to our idolatry
Condoning our gluttony

Shielding our cheeks
Holding tight to our cloaks
Lifting up our lifestyles
While our neighbor chokes

Grasping tighter
To what is mine
My money, my property
My possessions, my time

Necks stiffen
Hearts harden
Hands close
Eyes darken

Paltry our sins
Loose are our tongues
Idle our words
Sounding like gongs

Rapacious our appetites
Dull our affections
Superficial our wants
Dead our imaginations

Fighting over crumbs
Dependent on the system
Filling up with junk
Resisting His Wisdom

Selling our souls
Enslaving our bodies
Starving our mind
Becoming a commodity

What does the end
Of summer mean to us
And the beginning of fall
We accept if we must

What harvest is there
For us to reap
When summer we did not
Tend the seed

Do the seasons
Come and go
As our entitlement
Continues to grow

What does fall mean
A time for new demands
To consume differently
Be fans in the stands

I ask again
What do you mourn
What do you celebrate
The manger or the thorn

What resounds
When summer ends
Is it thanksgiving for rain
Or the One who sends

Do you praise God for the sun
That gives light and heat
Do you praise God for the hands
To plant and to weed

Does summer not
Give us Truth to heed
Does summer point us to
The sower of the seed

Perhaps, the end of summer
Asks us to ponder anew
More than what we consume
But turning we look
At what God can do
When he plays in the dirt
And asks us to play too

What about fall
Asks us to deliberate
Both the end and the beginning
Of our earthly fate

Again, what about fall
Points to the sower
Who also talks about
Workers in the eleventh hour

Have you heard the parables
About seeds that must die
Wheat that must be gathered
And darnel-weeds tied

Jesus said, The harvest had come
The fruit was ripe
Time had arrived
To extend the scythe

Oh fall, you are not a reminder
Of the work that has been done
Or of the work we must do
For his kingdom to come

Forgive us Father
When neither summer or fall
Doesn’t really point to you at all
But to our consumer ways
To the want of things
Rather than seeing
The seasons are yours
And your way of working
Through man’s sufferings
To provide for him
His daily blessings

Forgive us for not seeing the seasons
Praise your good name
And your good gifts
Does summer and fall
Not fall under your divine providence
Do dead seeds and ripe fruit
Not drink from the living water
Flowing from the Life
That waters the fruit of the spirit
Does the Truth not invite man
To take and eat from your hand

Does fall not teach us
Not to fear death
Because in dying
We are not left
But are resurrected
To new life
And brought into the feast
To be God’s delight

Oh man, What have you
Not leveled and emptied
In your vain attempts to
Reproduce the created

Your endless curating
Simulates the taste, smell and feels
Of the seasons
Without understanding
God or his reasons

Man you are blind to
The when, where, why, how and who
His glory moves through
Creature and Creation
Not the economy men construe

Truth asks us to work in the seasons
As Truth works the seasons in us
Sowing and growing
Watering and weeding
Pruning and feeding
Harvesting and kneading

Wisdom doesn’t speak about or through
Pumpkin spice lattes or seasonal decor
But she does speak about and through living things to connect us to Truth once more.

The following is from Solomon and it is found in the book of Ecclesiastes.

“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
What profit has he that works in that in which he labors?
I have seen the task, which God has given to the sons of men to be occupied in it.
He has made every thing beautiful in its time: also he has put eternity in men’s hearts, so that no man can find out the work that God does from the beginning to the end.
I know that there is no good in them, but for a man to rejoice, and to do good in his life.
And also that every man should eat and drink, and enjoy the good of all his labor, it is the gift of God.
I know that, whatsoever God does, it shall be forever: nothing can be added to it, nor any thing taken from it: and God does it, that men should fear before him.
That which has been is now; and that which is to be has already been; and God requires that which is past.
And moreover I saw under the sun the place of justice, that wickedness was there; and the place of righteousness, that iniquity was there.
I said in my heart, God shall judge the righteous and the wicked: for there is a time for every purpose and for every work.
I said in my heart concerning the condition of the sons of men, that God might reveal them, and that they might see that they themselves are beasts.
For that which befalls the sons of men befalls beasts; the same thing befalls them: as the one dies, so dies the other; yea, they have all one breath; so that a man has no advantage over a beast: for all is vanity.
All go unto one place; all are of the dust, and all turn to dust again.
Who knows the spirit of man that goes upward, and the spirit of the beast that goes downward to the earth?
Therefore I perceive that there is nothing better, than that a man should rejoice in his own works; for that is his lot: for who can bring him to see what shall be after him?” Solomon in Ecclesiastes

DeeAnn Dean

September 24, 2021

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