A Psalm of the Prophet Summer
O Sacred Creator of heaven and earth,
like a loving parent with a choice Christmas gift,you keep your present of paradise
hidden away from my sight.
Your son Jesus said that eye has not seen nor ear heard
what you have dreamed up for us
when we finally come home to you.
But I wonder: are there seasons in heaven
just as there are on earth?
Or have you chosen one of earth's four as your favourite,
one unending, changeless season of bliss
for those who love you?
If so, I'd bet that you selected summer,
with its picnics and leisurely pace,
with its fun and play and whole-hearted zest.
I'd lay odds that you set apart summer,
the season of vacations --
children's favourite free time,
when both young and old
drink in the enjoyment of life --
to be the work-free environment
of your heavenly paradise.
May I, by your grace, taste your eternal sabbath
in the warm pleasures of this summer day,
and slowly savor the flavor of your reward
in the nectar of this summer night.
+AMEN.
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