Monday, September 26, 2011

Harvest

Man is like vanity; his days are as a shadow that passeth away. In the morning he flourisheth, and sprouteth afresh;
in the evening he is cut down, and withereth. So teach us to number our days that we may get us a heart of wisdom.

The text is from the Jewish Memorial Service for the Dead.

photos from the top are:
maple leaves
bundles
sumac leaves
hawthorn
willow
colour
his bonfire

11 comments:

Velma said...

a heart of wisdom is a good thing, indeed

Ms. ∆×∆p×≥h/4π said...

This post is poetry in every aspect!

Nancy said...

Beautiful seasonfull photos and timely words.
And so timely for me. The anniversary of my mom's passing three years past on Oct. 3rd.
A heart of wisdom is indeed a good thing.
Thank you for this.

Heavens2Betsy said...

I love your photos and I found the words really moving. Thank you. penny

Jeana Marie said...

Lovely photos, I wonder what the results will be like. Also wondering what else you are thinking about. Hugs from far away.

The text is also from Psalm 90, a prayer of Moses, one of my favourite Psalms. My favourite verse of the Psalm is the last verse (written here from NIV translation of the Bible):

May the favour of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us — yes, establish the work of our hands.

Judy Martin said...

Jeana Marie
Thank you for the rest of the Psalm.

I love the connection of "the work of our hands" to the idea of wisdom.

Hugs to all of you, thanks for reading my blog and for your comments.

jude said...

wisdom come in bundles.

arlee said...

oh i envy you for the leaves of Ontario right now!
i found a teeny little japanese maple in a neighbour's yard yesterday and will be knocking on her door--photos at least, sigh, if not actual leaf booty

Serena said...

heart of wisdom, what a nice comforting thought.

Penny Berens said...

Love the willow leaves in the basket and can feel the whoosh of that bonfire lighting up the evening sky.
God bless.

Sweetpea said...

Growth to harvest to fire.
I think you are profoundly connected to circles, Judy, and continue to tell their stories in the most profound ways. I for one, am so grateful that you continue to blog about them...

Christi