All
summer
the days come to us, various, wide, from mornings of meadows into the green
dark and the nightfall of stars.We heard the weather gathering, coming
and going; small birds were among the berries; the grasses dried, and we
felt our hearts in their swaying.
And, then, always the trees, the great combs of shade in our yards, and
the hundred thousand leaves for our watching.
All was good and gift and grand! And the days come on; the gift is still
given. Thy goodness stays. Thy grandeur stands. Amen.
(Arnold Kenseth, USA, from Gifts of Many Cultures, c1995)
