Autumn Evening Meditation
Songs of the crickets are heard at night
While the moon looks over us gold and bright
Some parts of the earth are tired and at rest
While other lands wake up laughing and refreshed
Sights and sounds fill the atmosphere
Prayers are spoken –at times with a tear
This world is more than we will ever know
And yet what we know already is enough
To make faithful hearts see the beginning
To the end… doesn't start with us –rather
We are part of a sacred circle
Joined to Lord Jesus.
We cannot hold all things
In our hands... but we know who does
And He understands our hopes and fears, our
tears and cries – It is He who helps us to
realize – His truth at all times will stand
eternal–and Scripture …like His circle, cannot
be broken. In Him, we are made whole and complete.
Julie Pisacane 9/25/11
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