Palm Sunday in the Southern Hemisphere
The Autumn Equinox passed by
a couple weeks ago
And the mornings and evenings
are darkening; the nights overshadow the days.
Lord, I prefer the light, you know I do.
I love the bright mornings, the long twilights, the
sunsets
But you made the dark too, Lord, and it has its own
beauty and meaning.
A later dawn means I see it
more often.
We praise you for the dark.
The first day of Autumn slid
by last week
And it’s cooling off,
mornings are cold, nights are chilly.
Lord, I love the warmth, you know I do.
I love hot sun on my back, bright days of summer
But you made the winter too, Lord, and it has its own
rhythm and pace.
The cold dark brings us
together indoors, time for blankets and hot dinners.
We praise you for the cold.
Daylight Savings turned over
last week
And the leaves are coming
down, blackberries ripe in the hedges.
Lord, I love the green leaves and flowers, you know I
do.
I love crocus and snowdrop, lilac and forsythia, azalea
and cherry,
Rose and kowhai, iris and daisy and buttercup and rata
But you made the leaves to fall, Lord, and they are
colourful and lovely too.
The natural world takes a
rest, I could learn from that.
We praise you for rest.
As Autumn swirls in, we pray
for people in the dark: lost, ignorant,
alone, blind, heartbroken, sick, dying.
We pray for people in the
cold: the homeless, the heartless, those travelling away from home, those who
don’t have a home, people without a blanket or a place to go or hope.
We pray for people with no
autumn harvest: not enough food, no clean water, no extra income for treats, no
prospect of a better future, no work, no purpose, no joy.
We pray for others, as we
pray for ourselves:
God give us light, Christ
keep us warm, Holy Spirit enrapture and enfold us.
The world around us tells the
story: The colour, light and heat that
is Summer cools and fades into Autumn and Winter. But Holy Week and Easter show us that
darkness, cold and bleakness have their purpose, and they cannot last.
Abby Smith
14 April 2019
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