I do know you are current in all 4 seasons, Lord,
and within the shoulder seasons, too,
weaving all collectively, one grand seamless garment
spun of wind and climate, snow and rain,
light and heat, warmth and chilly
and earth’s revolving path across the solar…
And each season has apologists and followers,
every for various causes, a few of which stay
a complete thriller to me…
I’ve some pricey buddies, Lord,
in any other case sane and secure people,
who, to my annual bewilderment,
choose the winter to the summer season:
with all due respect, Go determine!
But it surely’s mid-Might now, winter’s gone
and these previous few days of spring
performed a longed-for, welcome prelude
to the queen of all of the seasons,
simply across the nook, summer season,
with all her gentle and heat…
My affections and prejudice are clear, Lord:
in summer season’s time
I peel away the layers;
I naked myself to heat, enveloping
my physique, coronary heart and soul;
I expose myself to warmth, your warmth,
seeping in, deep, to the bone;
baking me as a loaf of affection
to be provided, damaged and shared…
And will it get too heat, too sizzling, too humid
– that is however your Spirit’s daring, intense want
to show me within the furnace of divinity,
to cauterize my wounds in want of therapeutic,
to soften and soften me so that you can form, once more,
in your picture and your likeness…
And there is extra, a lot extra, Lord!
Summer time’s additionally the season for
cool shade in leafy glades,
refreshing dips in oceans, lakes, ponds and swimming pools,
ice cream cones on a night’s drive,
time to do what I by no means make time for,
studying that guide I have been desirous to learn,
gardens of greens, flowers and herbs,
tomatoes and corn from Scimone’s farm,
cookouts with household, neighbors and buddies,
the Fourth of July and fireworks,
ice-cold drinks after mowing the garden,
getting away simply to get away,
time to spend, Lord, with you, in prayer…
Summertime!
Deliver it on, Lord!
Heat me with the grace and refresh me with the spirit
that solely summer season brings!
Shield me, Lord, whereas I am awake
and watch over me whereas I sleep
that awake, I would preserve watch with you
and asleep relaxation in your peace…
Amen.
A be aware about tonight’s music:
Sumer Is Icumen In is a standard English medieval spherical (not a sacred track) whose title may be translated as Summer time has are available. Nameless,
though generally attributed to W. de Wycombe, it’s the oldest extant
piece of six-part polyphonic music, estimated to this point from round 1260.
Sing cuccu, cuccu! Sing cuccu!
Sing cuckoo! Sing cuckoo, cuckoo!
Sumer is icumen in,
Summer time has arrived.
Llude sing cuccu!
Loudly sing, cuckoo!
Groweb sed and bloweb me
Seeds develop and meadows bloom
And springb be wde nu,
And the forest springs anew,
Sing cuccu!
Sing, cuckoo!
Awe bleteb after lomb,
The ewe bleats after the lamb,
Lhub after calue cu.
The cow lows after the calf.
Bulluc sterteb, bucke, uerteb,
The bullock jumps, the stag cavorts,
Murie sing cuccu!
Merrily sing, cuckoo!
Cuccu, cuccu wel singes bu, cuccu,
Cuckoo, cuckoo, properly you sing, cuckoo;
Ne swik bu nauer nu.
Nor will you ever cease now.
