A prayer poem inspired by a weekly prayer of the Columban Fathers
All mighty and enduring God,
We arrive at autumn’s door with spirits and hearts filled like Halloween candy bags with gratitude.
The vibrant colors remind us of eternal rest; our memories turn to happy times where peace and joy sat with us over coffee in warm kitchens with frosted windows.
Giving thanks means we think often of those who are denied comfort and rest.
We commit ourselves to bring their suffering into sacred places.
When our arms cannot reach them, let our thoughts and prayers empower those close by to serve all needs.
Dignify your creation, O God, with good care and true compassion.
Above all, may we see the setting autumn sun not as the doom saying prophet of winter to come,
but as a celebration calling all that is eternal and good and noble to the family table.
In falling leaves we see blessings fall;
beautiful things once far away now gather in piles at our feet.
We will gather them up into big piles just to jump in and disappear under the colors of Thanksgiving.