Summer is receding in Toronto. The last days of golden rays are falling across the city and the Humber ravine is beckoning its neighbours to come and enjoy one final sun-gilded stroll.
It’s shocking in some ways how beautiful the urban valleys can be—the verdant foliage, the voluminous goldenrod, the sounds of bubbling water as one follows the river downstream. Yet, the change of season (and the summer’s demise) hangs in the air as a dissipating fog—a cooler time is at hand.
My mind looks ahead to the approaching Days of Yom Kippur and I am reminded of a prayer from the evening service:
Let me not swerve from my life’s path,
Let not my spirit wither and shrivel
In its thirst for You
And lose the dew
With which You sprinkled it
When I was young…
Deepen and broaden my senses
To absorb a fresh
Green, flowering world.
To take with it the secret
Of blossoming in silence…
And when my time comes—let me slip into the night
Demanding nothing, God, of humanity,
Or of You.
Life’s seasons do indeed change but may “we keep willing one thing” (as Kierkegaard opined) and not swerve from our life’s path (whether we are ascending or descending on its journey).
Yes, Pastor Alan I love Autum its like in between tge heat of life and calm waters that flows in our quite moments. We cannot serve from our life path (its very very hard) but according to His will. Interestingly......Abba's Love so perfect He marry Justice and Mercy and gave Righteousness and Peace for our journey, renewed each morning by His Faithfulness❤️
Thanks Alan for posting. It is a lovely prayer.
Yes we should stay on His narrow path till at last we see him face to face!
Cheers!🙏