Glorious September

The splendor of September
Bathes the day in golden light,
Turns the deep green summer forest
Into a symphony of delight.

In shades of new wine,
Spun honey and Virginia apple red,
The leaves proclaim God’s glory
Unlike anything that can be said.

They fall from the heights of the grandest trees,
In a dance to be envied by man.
They twirl and sway to the forest floor,
And with pure grace and gentle ease, they land.

What a glorious tapestry on the floor ‘neath our feet,
Sweet colors of wonder so bright,
As they lay in the splendor of lovely September,
As they lay in the warm golden light.

Nelda Johnson
Copyright 2020

My Delight

If the governments of nations are not too great 
For Your mighty shoulders to bear,
Then I know full well
That the cares of my soul,
With You, I can certainly share.

You lift the weight of all my cares and concerns,
As I purpose to cast them on You.
You grant me peace in their place
As I trust with my heart
In Your mercies each day,
That are new.

All praise to the King, who dances over me
And sings me songs
In the darkness of night.
All praise to His infinite glory and grace.
He is my hope, my sweet peace, my delight.

Nelda Johnson
Copyright 2020