The Summer Was Immense

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Lord: it is time.
The summer was immense.

Let fall your shadows on the sundials,
upon the fields let loose your winds.

Command the last fruits to be full;
give them just two more southern days,
Press them to completion, and chase the last
sweetness into the heavy wine.

Who has no house now – he will never build.
Whoever is alone now, long will so remain;
will stay awake, and read, and write long letters
and wander the alleys up and down,
restless, as the leaves are drifting.
~Rainer Maria Rilke

 

 

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As summer slowly winds down over the next few days, fatigue is settling like a fog over all things.  After months of immense energy and growth and flourish and heat, there is now weariness and dryness and wilting.

A good rain yesterday helped ready us for the change.  We who are thirsty had a good slurp and still beg for more.  Restless, we are loosening like tired leaves, preparing to lose our grip and be freed to drift, landing softly wherever the next breeze will take us.

 

 

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3 thoughts on “The Summer Was Immense

  1. Emily, I love how our words and images share space in the ether and in the world. I am always filled up by my visits to your blog, one of the few I still read without fail, knowing that whatever you’ve chosen to share is something I need to read, to see, to ponder. I am grateful for you, both your presence and your perspective. Blessings. The summer was immense here, too. Indeed, everywhere.

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  2. Perfect meditation on the wisdom and the reality of God’s planning and care for His Creation.
    Spring and Fall are my favorite seasons.
    – the Alpha and the Omega
    – Birth and Death
    “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
    a time to be born and a time to die,
    a time to plant and a time to uproot….” (Eccles. 3: 1-2) NIV

    Thank you, Emily.

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