posted 1 year ago
Years ago when I was a single parent with young children, I joined the local unitarian universalist community, because you need a community to teach values.
UUs have diverse roots, all the major religions, atheists, agnostics plus pagan and earth centered spirituality and then some! This poem is one of my favorite artifacts from that era of my life. As with everything UU, it would be easy to not even realize it is a hymn. A friend attended with me one Sunday morning. Afterwards commented it was more like a committee meeting!🤣
All references to deities have been revised out because UUs don’t agree on what to call a deity or even that one exists. It’s a singular group! And I retain a lot of affection for them.
Frame of reference is a temperate climate….
From Singing the Living Tradition, #73 here’s “A Chant for the Seasons” lyrics by Mark Belletini
(Autumn)
Summertime has turned the starwheel, autumn is upon us.
Sweet the angling sun, sweet upon the air the smell of blue mist rising.
Summertime has turned the starwheel, autumn is upon us.
Glorious the trees, glorious the sight of rust leaves falling, falling.
Summertime has turned the starwheel, autumn is upon us.
(Winter)
Autumn cold has turned the starwheel, winter is upon us.
Grey the windy storms, cold upon our cheeks the wet rain glistens, glistens.
Autumn cold has turned the starwheel, winter is upon us.
Leaping is the fire, golden in the glass the cider glows like amber.
Autumn cold has turned the starwheel, winter is upon upon us.
(Spring)
Winter rains have turned the starwheel, springtime is upon us.
Sharp the smell of loam, bursting in our eyes the turrets of the tulip.
Winter rains have turned the starwheel, springtime is upon us.
Greening is the grass; soft upon our brows the sunlight warm caresses.
Winter rains have turned the starwheel, springtime is upon us.
(Summer)
Vernal clouds have turned the starwheel, summer is upon us.
Gliding are the hawks, hovering above the hot and yellow hillside.
Vernal clouds have turned the starwheel, summer is upon us.
Crickets in the night, chirping in our ears the sound of moonlit music.
Vernal clouds have turned the starwheel, summer is upon us.
Autumn is my favorite, but as we all know they all reappear regularly 😊
Best luck: satisfaction
Greatest curse, greed