Forsyth Park Caller October 2023
Anthem to God for Autumn
Fields of countless corn shocks, all in perfect line like a guard of soldiers
Tall and straight and fine, pumpkins piled beside them.
Orange colored shapes, frost-killed vines a-trailing, like torn and tattered drapes;
A pheasant comes a-flying, a streak of gorgeous hue
Blending with the sunset of multi-colors, too.
In the distant wood. A squirrel climbs the trees.
While leaves of gold and crimson are trembling in the breeze.
Oh, when it comes to Autumn, is there not a special reason
For praising God for beauties of this specially lovely season?
-Roy J. Wilkins
When summer packs her bag and goes south to other lands,
Autumn moves in swiftly, bearing gifts in both her hands;
Baskets full of pumpkins, crisp red apples too
Everything that’s needed for a fresh-baked pie or two!
To warm you after dinner on a crisp clear Autumn night
Or set a festive table for a holiday delight.
I always welcome Autumn, decked out in leaves of gold
She brings the season’s treasures,
Her bounty to behold! –Micki Dolan
I picked up my dust cloth the other day and started to clean in the usual way.
Knick-knacks, pictures, and TV stand, then on the bookshelf my cloth did land.
The books were arranged in the same old way. Yet, the cloth caught on one, and it started to sway.
I picked up the book, and felt really odd. So much dust had formed on the Word of God.
Was it so long since I read this book? I sat down and began to take a hard look.
I read over Scriptures I had underlined, and answers to prayers that had made me feel fine.
God was calling me nearer to Him. Dusting off memories that had grown so dim.
I felt ashamed of the time that had gone by, I took time to talk, and I took time to cry.
So many answers were there for me, under that dust where I couldn’t see.
I thanked Go for leading me to that shelf, helping me to feel better about myself.
In putting the books back that day, I made sure none others got in the way.
The Word of God would stand out from the others, and dust would no longer form on its covers! -Marcia Kuhaneck
Nothing ruins the truth like stretching it.
Freedom is like the air we breathe. We don’t miss it until we are deprived of it.
How a man plays a game shows something about his character. How he loses shows all of it.
A bachelor is a man who is footloose and fiancée free.
Middle Age is that difficult period between adolescence and retirement when you have to take care of yourself.
Only some of us can learn from other people’s experiences. The rest of us have to be the other people!
A father was approached by his small son who told him proudly “I know what the Bible means!” His father smiled and asked “What do you mean, you know what the Bible means?” The son replied “That’s easy, daddy. It stands for Basic Information Before Leaving Earth.”
A Sunday School teacher began her lesson with a question: “Boys and girls, what do we know about God?” A hand shot up in the air. “He’s an artist!” said the kindergarten boy. “Really? How do you know? The teacher asked. He said “You know…Our Father, who does art in Heaven…”