To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. … A time to rend and a time to sew.
–Eccl 3:1, 3:7, American King James Bible
It is fall — harvest time. Yet in Florida, heat and humidity remain companions to the daily sun. Somehow, deep within, the ancestral memory of time to reap and gather rises to the surface of my thoughts.
September 29 is the night of the full Harvest Moon according to Farmers’ Almanac. It is also known as the Blue Corn Moon, according to Native American Indian tradition, as it marked the time corn was to be harvested. The historic staples of Native American Indian life — corn, pumpkins, squash, beans and wild rice — were ready for gathering.
For me it is also a time of reflection. What seeds did I sew this past year? What will I reap? What will I gather? Will my harvest be bountiful? Will it be sweet?
The street lights glow. There seems little need for them tonight. Heaven’s back light is on. For thousands of years, every autumn, God lit the night fields, extending the day for our ancestors to reap and gather their crops. Feeling that presence this moonlit night, I know I will abound.
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