Season of Creation (Day 8)
September 08, 2024
Fr. John Colacino C.PP.S.

 

Day 8

Psalm 104(103):2-4

You, God, stretch out the heavens like a tent.
 Above the rains you build your dwelling.
You make the clouds your chariot,
you walk on the wings of the wind,
 you make the winds your messengers
and flashing fire your servants.
 
Dreams of You (Jessica Powers)
 
My dreams of you are like the fallen leaves,
colored with brilliance, nomad rustling things,
tossed by winds of olden memories--
they prate of golden summertimes and springs.
 
When skies were gray you flung them all away--
but I, who loved them, hoard such gifts as these.
By day I revel in their golden lights;
at night they whisper tender sympathies.
 
Musical Selection (Kathleen Deignan)
 
 
I want to wake one evening
at summer’s end
and walk through the peaceful sleep
of ripened berries
of old oak
of weeping willow.
 
Not seeing at all
I want only
to feel their rest,
like a child
with her eyes closed
feels the shape of surprise.
 
For the soul sleeps
out of doors
through the archway
and past the iron gates
in the old orchard
bearing its fruit
heavy in the mist
of a cool heaven.
 
Meditation

Some effects of the climate crisis are already irreversible, at least for several hundred years, such as the increase in the global temperature of the oceans, their acidification and the decrease of oxygen. Ocean waters have a thermal inertia and centuries are needed to normalize their temperature and salinity, which affects the survival of many species. This is one of the many signs that the other creatures of this world have stopped being our companions along the way and have become instead our victims.

The same can be said about the decrease in the continental ice sheets. The melting of the poles will not be able to be reversed for hundreds of years. As for the climate, there are factors that have persisted for long periods of time, independent of the events that may have triggered them. For this reason, we are now unable to halt the enormous damage we have caused. We barely have time to prevent even more tragic damage. (LD 15-16)

Prayer
 
We see signs of summer's passing in golden leaves, 
shortening days, misty mornings, autumn glow. 
We sense its passing in rain that dampens, 
winds that chill, Harvest's bounty placed on show.
Creator God, who brings forth 
both green shoot and hoar frost, 
sunrise and sunset, 
we bring our thanks 
for seeds that have grown, 
harvests gathered,
storehouses filled,
mouths fed. 
And, as your good earth rests 
through winter's cold embrace, 
we look forward to its re-awakening 
when kissed by Spring's first touch. — Faith and Worship

 

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