Season of Creation (Sept 27)
September 27, 2025
Fr. John Colacino C.PP.S.

September 27

Ps 8:2 O LORD, our Lord, how majestic
is your name through all the earth!
Your majesty is set above the heavens.
3 From the mouths of children and of babes
you fashioned praise to foil your enemy,
to silence the foe and the rebel.
 
The Garden Wall (Levertov)
 
Bricks of the wall, 
so much older than the house - 
taken I think from a farm pulled down 
when the street was built - 
narrow bricks of another century. 
 
Modestly, though laid with panels and parapets, 
a wall behind the flowers - 
roses and hollyhocks, the silver 
pods of lupine, sweet-tasting 
phlox, gray 
lavender - 
unnoticed - 
but I discovered 
the colors in the wall that woke 
when spray from the hose 
played on its pocks and warts - 
 
a hazy red, a 
grain gold, a mauve 
of small shadows, sprung 
from the quiet dry brown - 
archetype 
of the world always a step 
beyond the world, that can't 
be looked for, only 
as the eye wanders, 
found.
 
Meditation
 

Ecology cannot inspire respect for nature if it does not express a different worldview from the one that prevails in our culture today, from the one that led us to this ecological impasse in the first place. What is required is an act of repentance, a change in our established ways, a renewed image of ourselves, one another and the world around us within the perspective of the divine design for creation. To achieve this transformation, what is required is nothing less than a radical reversal of our perspectives and practices. (Bartholomew I)

Musical Selection
 
 

This is my Father's world,
And to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is my Father's world:
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas--
His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father's world:
The birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white,
Declare their Maker's praise.
This is my Father's world:
He shines in all that's fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass,
He speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Father's world:
O let me ne'er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the Ruler yet.
This is my Father's world:
Why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King: let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let earth be glad!

Prayer

Bountiful God,
you call us to labor with you in tending the earth:
Where we lack love, open our hearts to the world;
where we waste, give us discipline to conserve;
where we neglect, awaken our minds and wills to insight
and care.
May we with all your creatures honor and serve you in all
things, for you live and reign with Christ, Redeemer of all,
and with your Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen. (ECUSA)

 

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