The end of summer - the liturgy of the seasons in Australia

Here is to new life, green things popping their heads through the soil,
that draw me in to such delight and hope not possible to coutnenance before.

To the crisp, clean sun-filled air and blue hills on the horizon
that fill my soul with boundless joy, and expectation,
where there was trepidation not long ago.

Here is, to cool evenings and clear starry skies
that cross the great expanse of our wide ancient land.

To the Cross that sings over the Southern night
and tells me the story of my country and my place in time
beckoning me into contemplation and
humble expression through Him,
the risen One, the Logos Australis.