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The bright September sun,
The one we want to hold onto,
The one we are gradually saying good-bye to,
Greets us, warms our faces, our arms, our bodies,
And penetrates into our needy hearts.
The bright September sun,
The one that continues to bravely feed
The green grass and the forest leaves,
And drive away the crusty morning frosts.
The bright September sun,
That rises high enough midday
to drive cattle, sheep, and horses
into the shade of the barn.
So, too, the bright September Eucharist,
The One we hold onto and
The One we never have to say goodbye to,
Greets and fills our bodies and minds
and spirits and souls
and penetrates into our needy hearts.
The bright September Body and Blood of Christ
The One who daily feeds
The entire cosmos, the One
that drives away our sin and wounds and frost
and transforms our lives.
Praise be to Him whose radiance
Shines in the bright September sun,
And whose bright September Love
Fills all our needs.
