August is the cathedral of summer. And yet, if I sit on my chair on the upper floors and look outside my window, I see impending changes taking place on the horizon. Far in the outlying distance, over to where the mountains are, even though you can’t see them, but you know they’re there—faithful as they are; like some ancient proverb erased from the horizon by an utterly impassive sky, there lays secrets untold.
Indications of what’s to come are forming. For there, in its very own cathedral of summer stand the tall trees, canopies already changing into their muted greens and burnt reds outfits, and the morning sun is the mayor indicator of it all; for it has started the process of mellowing down, and it has already acquired that yellow tinted quality to it—muffled and hazy, so proper of the autumnal light. Yes, like children at play, we are tumbling down that old hill called 'summer' onto the new season.
Indications of what’s to come are forming. For there, in its very own cathedral of summer stand the tall trees, canopies already changing into their muted greens and burnt reds outfits, and the morning sun is the mayor indicator of it all; for it has started the process of mellowing down, and it has already acquired that yellow tinted quality to it—muffled and hazy, so proper of the autumnal light. Yes, like children at play, we are tumbling down that old hill called 'summer' onto the new season.
Signs, signs… the signs
are all around us. Just as with the
signs representative of the turning of seasons, Christ described
the many and varied conditions that would precede His return. They included
such things as deception, wars, famines, disease epidemics, earthquakes and
religious persecution, all culminating in an unprecedented time of worldwide
calamity (Matthew 24: 3-29).
Just before Jesus’
return nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom, and great
earthquakes shall be in divers places, and famines, and pestilences; and
fearful sights and great signs shall there be from heaven. And there shall be
signs in the sun and in the moon, and in the stars; and upon the earth distress
of nations, with perplexity; the sea and the waves roaring; men’s hearts
failing them for fear, and for looking after those things which are coming on
the earth: for the powers of heaven shall be shaken. (Luke 21 v.10-11, 25-26).
Song at Sunset
by Walt Whitman
SPLENDOR
of ended day, floating and filling me!
Hour prophetic—hour resuming the past!
Inflating my throat—you, divine average!
You, Earth and Life, till the last ray gleams, I
sing.
Open mouth of my Soul, uttering gladness,
Eyes of my Soul, seeing perfection,
Natural life of me, faithfully praising things;
Corroborating forever the triumph of things.
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