As we wake up today, perhaps surprised that it is already September, this descriptive poem by Helen Hunt Jackson may stir our prayerful appreciation for this glorious month.
In particular, I love the poet’s evocative final verse:
'Tis a thing which I remember;
To name it thrills me yet:
One day of one September
I never can forget.
Many of you, my dear readers, have such a memorable September day tucked in the tabernacle of time. It is, after all, a season of endings and beginnings – many of which can be life-changing, heart-changing.
As we remember , let’s lift up this first day in thanksgiving for all the blessings our Septembers have given us.
Lavish Mercy 
Renee this has always been one of my absolute favorites so thank you for bringing it to us on day 1 of this beautiful morning.
Your blog is a source of daily inspiration.
Love. Peggy
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Thank you, Peggy. May it be a season of joy!❤️🙏
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Sr. Renee,
Thank you for this poem. It is beautiful! As the month of my mom’s only child’s birth, I wish she was here to read it with me. I know the words would have been especially meaningful to her.
Kathy R.
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I’m so glad it has such a special meaning for you, Kathy.❤️🙏
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