I recently heard the “September Song.” It’s an old song about courtship and finding the one to spend the last precious days with. While some of the lyrics are a little different (the song is nearly 100 years old), I hear a sweet, whimsical melody.
It’s a love song about the autumn time of life and its rich and colorful tones. Dreams are still full of promise. At this time, new discoveries are waiting for us. We have learned many lessons and hopefully, this wisdom opens new doors where fresh talents can be realized and enjoyed. Perhaps the march of life can be altered to a smooth, warm pace that allows for those new discoveries.
And so we are moving into another autumn and foliage is beginning to turn to the glorious brilliance of the season. It’s a beautiful time of year. Fun summer has just passed with all its activity, travels and play. Families are back to the business of school and trips to the shore are stored in photos.
Autumn heralds the arrival of winter—the longest season of the year in my book. Warm days and cool nights turn into frost, then snow. As a season, winter has its own playgrounds. But the “September Song” urges us to remember “the fires of September that made us mellow.”
Remember the promises of God when you were young. Wait for Him to bring them to fruition in maturity. Then in those last precious days of winter, remember the color of September and the glory yet to come.
“And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth” John 1:14.
What a beautiful, deeply heartening post, Linda Jo. I remember the song from younger days. I love this line: “Perhaps the march of life can be altered to a smooth, warm pace that allows for those new discoveries” and the mention of coming “glory.” I feel like I’ve just sipped mulled cider beside a crackling blaze.