The Canticle of the Creatures
All praise is Yours, all glory, all honour and all blessings.
To you alone, Most High, do they belong,
and no mortal lips are worthy to pronounce Your Name.
Praised be You my Lord with all Your creatures,
especially Sir Brother Sun,
Who is the day through whom You give us light.
And he is beautiful and radiant with great splendour,
Of You Most High, he bears the likeness.
Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars,
In the heavens you have made them bright, precious and fair.
Praised be You, my Lord, through Brothers Wind and Air,
And fair and stormy, all weather’s moods,
by which You cherish all that You have made.
Praised be You my Lord through Sister Water,
So useful, humble, precious and pure.
through whom You light the night
and he is beautiful and playful and robust and strong.
Praised be You my Lord through our Sister,
Mother Earth who sustains and governs us,
producing varied fruits with coloured flowers and herbs.
Praise be You my Lord through those who grant pardon
for love of You and bear sickness and trial.
Blessed are those who endure in peace,
By You Most High, they will be crowned.
Praised be You, my Lord through Sister Death,
from whom no-one living can escape.
Woe to those who die in mortal sin!
Blessed are they She finds doing Your Will.
No second death can do them harm.
Praise and bless my Lord and give Him thanks,
And serve Him with great humility.
Autumn always has been my favorite season. I love the changing of the colors; the wonderful fruits and vegetables of the season; the chill in the air; and the sense of gathering: gathering by the squirrels preparing for hibernation; gathering of families around the dining room table; gatherings of friend surrounding a bonfire.
Autumn is also a time of preparation. We prepare for the coming winter. The trees shed their leaves. We put down the storm windows. We stock the pantry. This is what I love about the fall. It is a time to get ready. We depend on each other during this time more that we do in the spring and summer.
I have been thinking a lot about Sister Death lately. I recently received news that a friend from college passed away, suddenly. She was 29. Her death reminds me that the sister we all share could come to us any time. Death is the one thing to which no one is immune. We all will meet our Sister. We must remember that; and thusly, in all we do, we should give thanks and rejoice. It is difficult in the presence of our Sister Death, but even in her presence we can give thanks for the life of the one she has taken. If we are facing her, we should meet her and thanks God we have had the opportunity to be here and love.
I love autumn.
With the coming of autumn and the preparing for winter I can not help but think of the coming spring. The season of resurrection. The promise of a new life! We are reminded that no matter when she visits, Sister Death’s visit is not permanent. We are promised spring! We are promised a new life. We can praise the Lord in the rebirth of the trees, and the hatching of the egg. God is all around. The promise of resurrection is there. We just need to open our eyes. The highest form of praise is thankfulness.
St. Francis was thankful for everything. Even his suffering. I am thankful for the gift my friend has given me by being a presence in my life. It was…is such a blessing. We just have to give thanks.
So, in during this autumn, I will give thanks for the changing of the leaves; for the bounty of the harvest; for family and friends. I am reminded that God is always present…always caring.