I do not know if the seasons remember their history or if
days and nights by which we count time remember their own passing.
I do not know if the oak tree remembers its planting or if
pine remembers its slow climb toward sun and stars.
I do not know if the squirrel remembers last fall's gathering
or if the blue jay remembers the meaning of snow.
I do not know if the air remembers September
or if the night remembers the moon.
I do not know if the earth remembers the flowers from last
or if the evergreen remembers that it shall stay so.
Perhaps that is the reason for our births --
to be the memory for creation.
Perhaps salvation is something very different
than anyone ever expected.
Perhaps this will be the only question we will have to
" What can you tell me about September?"
~~ Burton D. Carley ~~
(1997 UUMA Worship Materials Collection; contributed by Bob