St Peters RC Church Hamilton

Summer was born,

Farmers had planted the corn.

God provided the necessity

Of sun and rain’s vitality.

Time passed slowly.

Corn ripened gradually

Will a harvest come

The work done rewarded eventually?

Summer holidays arrive,

Added bonus, we thrive.

In relaxed leisure time

Enjoyment is fine.

The seaside will beckon

Time for fun we reckon.

Meadow fields are lovely,

Sapphire blue cornflower

Amidst the scarlet poppy.

Whilst at home

Gardens with flowers sown,

The first chrysanthemum

Accompanies the last delphinium,

Amidst blooms which spike

Our attention to strike.

As with the elegant gladioli,

Or the rambling roses scrambling high.

What a show of glory

Is summer’s garden story,

Trusses of blooms everywhere

Their delight to readily share.

We pass high summer’s point,

Yet God continues to anoint

Time with His presence

Love His abiding essence.

As one month remaining

For summer’s delight sustaining.

Only then does time ticking,

That unmissable process unwinding,

Move us forwards

In another season most glorious.

For day by blessed day,

We realise as we pray,

There is always something

Around the corner waiting

Which is a fresh blessing.

The Father’s continuous addressing.

August comes on time,

Hopefully the days so fine,

The golden corn ripens

Summer holidays beckon.

The flower garden will still delight,

Offering abundance of colours bright.

Such loveliness is perceived

When in God we have believe.

The sun’s timeless glow

Helps us to know

The expectancy of sun and flowers

Is met by summer’s golden hours.

The waiting we knew in winter,

The hope in spring, days becoming warmer,

Summer arrived two months ago,

God’s perfect love ever to show.

Time is made sweet

By the opportunity we meet.

The Lord God, our Creator,

As our ever loving Father.

The One desiring our happiness

Season by season as time passes us.

Lord, for all the many joys of summer, I praise and thank You. May we always make the most of each day for time does pass so quickly, even our lifetime can be gone in a flash. Amen.