EQUINOX, AUTUMN & HARVEST
a Festival of Creation

Today, September 22^nd, 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]