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Festival of Creation

Haybales in Norfolk. Photo by Julia Sheffield

EQUINOX, AUTUMN & HARVEST
a Festival of Creation

Today, September 22nd, the Earth’s axis and its orbit line up so that both halves of the planet get an equal amount of sunshine. From today, in the Northern Hemisphere, the nights will be longer than the days. This is the opposite case in the Southern Hemisphere
The seasons change. We in the Northern Hemisphere enter officially into the season of Autumn whilst in the South, Spring begins. Both seasons are festivals of Creation.God paints his Earth with colour and beauty ~ Gold and Red in the North and Radiant Green in the South.

The season of Autumn is often associated with the gathering in of the Harvest, when the fruits of the earth are garnished and the fields are mown. The poet Keats called this the season of mellow fruitfulness. He was writing at a different time when the festivals of the Countryside marked the stages of the year, each with its own characteristics of Nature. Today, it is less marked and food production is taken for granted. It  is less about the movement of Creation and more about the packing of supermarket shelves! Quite often, in these days of globalization it is hard to take on board the seasons. Blueberries look about the same and are available for much of the year but their point of origin can be from almost anywhere in the world ~ well. Maybe not the Arctic or its southern equivalent!

Equinox, Autumn, Harvest are ‘Earth Festivals’ through which we can be led to celebrate the gift of Creation and the bountiful goodness of God. At a time when all across the globe humanity is hell-bent on self-destruction and with it ,the destruction of the earth, it is good to remind ourselves that God’s provision for our life on earth is all Gift.

Maybe that’s why I like the poem by John Keble, from his anthology of payer poems, The Christian Year, now sung as a hymn, which centres our praying on God, His Creation, His gifts of nature, and His year-long provision for our needs.
Lord, in Thy Name Thy servants plead, is not sung very often these days but it remains my absolutely favourite hymn for this season.

Lord, in Thy Name Thy servants plead,
 And Thou hast sworn to hear;
 Thine is the harvest, Thine the seed,
 The fresh and fading year.

Our hope, when autumn winds blew wild,
We trusted, Lord, with Thee:
 And still, now spring has on us smiled
 We wait on Thy decree.

The former and the latter rain,
The summer sun and air,
The green ear and the golden grain,
All Thine, are ours by prayer.

Thine too by right and ours by grace,
The wondrous growth unseen,
The hopes that soothe, the fears that brace,
The love that shines serene.

So grant the precious things brought forth
By sun and moon below,
That Thee in Thy new heav’n and earth
We never may forgo.

John Keble 1792-1866

[Mr G. 22nd September 2025]

Mr Deakins’ Bread

Thaxted Mill. Photo Cambridge News

Rural Britain has a number of festivals which in earlier times were celebrated much more fully than is the case today.  Lammas which falls on the 1st August is one of these.
Lammas is derived from an Anglo-Saxon word, hlafmæsse, which means loaf-mass and from the 9th century a church festival was celebrated in which a newly baked loaf was presented in church for use at the Mass or Eucharist.

Rural Festivals take us back to our roots and help us to remember the close affinity we have with nature and the earth, on which we depend for our sustenance. In these days of supermarkets and fast-food shops it is easy to forget this dependence though nature has ways of reminding us.
Many are bemoaning the apparent absence of summer or rather of warm sunshine, this year. Our weather is much more erratic and less seasonal. Some, including myself would cite ‘global warming’ for this. We might easily blame humanity for the way we have exploited creation and taken for granted those with whom we share this volatile earth – the animals, birds, sea creatures and Nature generally. We certainly bear a lot of responsibility for that. Add to that the devastating wars and violence at present which suggests we are not at ease with ourselves let alone with the natural world, or with God. 

So we need to get back in touch with the delicate balance of our planet which God has ordered so magnificently. We play with this balance at our peril. The planet is a volatile ball floating in a vast universe. Humanity occupies such a small part of this and if we stand in a clear spot on a dark night and look at the stars we realise our smallness in the midst of such vastness.
Our forebears understood this and lived in healthy respect of nature’s force. They also remembered that the author of creation, God, is to be thanked and praised. That is why the Agricultural Year was punctuated with festivals such as Lammas. It would do us no harm to follow their example.

Hay bales in Norfolk. Julia Sheffield

A little while ago, I wrote this poem which has become my homage to Real Bread!

[Mr G]

stay,watch,dazzle

Rainwater dazzling on dark leaves – photo composition by Mr G.

Last night I was at a vigil of prayer led by my friend Julia Sheffield. A group of us gathered in a small, intimate chapel which was a symbol of Gethsemane, the Garden where Jesus took his disciples before his arrest. We were the modern day disciples gathered with Jesus in contemplation of Good Friday about to dawn once again. Julia led us sensitively and beautifully with prose, music and silence in a three hour meditation.
As ever, in a confined space we become aware of our friends praying with us. Silence is rarely easy, especially when tired but atmosphere can work wonders. Even so, I found myself shuffling a little, so I thought about this and wrote these words.

Reflective thoughts on Gethsemane.

Lord, you asked us to stay,
to wait,
to watch.
Be still…

Language of vigil.

Attentiveness,
companionship.
Faithful believers invited
to devoted watchfulness.

Is that us Lord?
Is our fidgeting,
our drooping eyes,
shuffling feet,
punctuated snores,
stifled coughs,
wandering thoughts,
enough?

You said,
Watch and pray.
You also say,
I will love you and whatever you bring,
it is enough.

Your faith, however dim you think it is,
lightens the darkest of nights.
Together we cannot be quenched,
diminished, dimmed.
in a world in need,
We dazzle!

Mr. G. [Good Friday. 2024]

Spiritual drift

My friend Julia Sheffield came across this driftwood as she walked along the beach. It was artistically arranged with accompanying flotsam arranged by nature in the guise of the sea artist!

It inspired her to write a poem which I am pleased to share with you.

Often, nature surprises and delights us with its remarkable and breathtaking creativity. This is a case in point. Equally we can go around with blinkers on and miss out on what creation has to show us. In a different context but with the same meaning, Francis Thompson, in his poem. In no strange land,  wrote the line, ‘Tis ye, tis your estrangéd faces who miss the many splendoured thing.

[Mr.G.]