The Peace Autumn

*** Narrative Lectionary *** Lectionary Reading: Isaiah 36:1-3, 13-20; 37:1-7; then 2:1-4 CLASSIC POEM: The Peace Autumn John Greenleaf Whittier Thank God for rest, where none molest, And none can make afraid; For Peace that sits as Plenty’s guest Beneath the homestead shade! Bring pike and gun, the sword’s red scourge, The negro’s broken chains, And beat them at the blacksmith’s forge To ploughshares for our plains. Alike henceforth our hills of snow, And vales where cotton flowers; All streams that flow, all winds that blow, Are Freedom’s motive-powers. Henceforth to Labor’s chivalry Be knightly honors paid; For nobler than the sword’s shall be The sickle’s accolade. Build up an altar to the Lord, O grateful hearts of ours! And shape it of the greenest sward That ever drank the showers. Lay all the bloom of gardens there, And there the orchard fruits; Bring golden grain from sun and air, From earth her goodly roots. There let our banners droop and flow, The stars uprise and fall; Our roll of martyrs, sad and slow, Let sighing breezes call. Their names let hands of horn and tan And rough-shod feet applaud, Who died to make the slave a man, And link with toil reward. There let the common heart keep time To such an anthem sung As never swelled on poet’s rhyme, Or thrilled on singer’s tongue. Song of our burden and relief, Of peace and long annoy; The passion of our mighty grief And our exceeding joy! A song of praise to Him who filled The harvests sown in years, And gave each field a double yield To feed our battle-years! A song of faith that trusts the end To match the good begun, Nor doubts the power of Love to blend The hearts of men as one! *** This poem is in the public domain, and may be read in a live-streamed worship service. CONTEMPORARY POEM: Wildpeace Yehuda Amichai SNIPPET: Not the peace of a cease-fire, not even the vision of the wolf and the lamb, … [ READ THE FULL POEM ]