Ah. . .
I can laugh,
And my echo laughs back with me.
I can run,
And only the wind runs with me.
I can leap,
And I can land gracefully.
I see beauty:
A beauty I always see.
I am alone,
For I came to be free.
The earth speaks,
Who am I
That God should open my eyes to see
The deep beauty
Of what imperfect earth can be?
The thorns poke,
But even they cannot stop me;
For I laugh,
And You, O, LORD, laugh back with me.
---C. Marie Byars, 1985; New Mexico



7 comments:
Hi Marie, what you wrote was marvellous. Thanks for stopping by my blogs. Take care..Best wishes. :)May
Hello, love your poem. Liked the flow and concept. Enjoyed that you included God in it, lives up to your blogs community name.
~Writtensouls
Art Comet Blog
Thanks for stopping by, y'all. Been a little slow at responding.
Is this a hind on high places?
Thanks so much, after all this time
I deleted my own comment, as a response to David Brown. I had accidentally referred to a different episode in the desert, one in which I was on a field exercise with the Army in the Mohave Desert, California. No "hinds" or "deer" either in this Gallup event or in the Mohave Desert Poem. This blog *does* have another poem written in & about the Mohave Desert from that field exercise. It is very adaptable to Lent & Advent, for liturgical Christians that celebrate those seasons. Here is the link for that poem. https://jesusrhymetime.blogspot.com/2007/02/wildernesses.html
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