O sacred season of autumn, be my teacher, for I wish to learn the virtue of contentment.
As I gaze upon your full-coloured beauty, I sense all about you an at-homeness with your amber riches.
You are the season of retirement, of full barns and harvested fields.
The cycle of growth has ceased, and the busy work of giving life is now completed.
I sense in you no regrets: you’ve lived a full life.
I live in a society that is ever-restless, always eager for more mountains to climb, seeking happiness through more and more possessions.
As a child of my culture, I am seldom truly at peace with what I have.
Teach me to take stock of what I have given and received; may I know that it’s enough, that my striving can cease in the abundance of God’s grace.
May I know that like you I am rich beyond measure.
As you, O Autumn, take pleasure in your great bounty, let me also take delight in the abundance of the simple things of life, which are the true source of joy.
With the golden glow of peaceful contentment may I truly appreciate this autumn day.