Showing posts with label Biblical poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Biblical poetry. Show all posts

Monday, April 1, 2024

Spring Arrives

             
For, see, the Winter is past:
Its rain is over and gone away.
The flowers appear in the land;
The time of singing has arrived,
And the voice of the turtledove 
               is heard in our land.
The fig tree gives out her green figs,
And the vines, the tender grapes,
Give a good smell.

--Song of Solomon 2: 11-13a  
   (translated c.m.b., 2024)



Friday, March 1, 2024

Lamb of God

 "Look, the Lamb of God,
Who takes away the sin of the world!"  
      (John 1:29b, 36b)
So said John the Baptist,
The voice of one who calls out. (Isaiah 40:3)

He is the Lamb of God,
Not the Ram of God.

"Your Lamb must be unblemished,
A one-year-old male..."  
     (Exodus 12:5a; Leviticus l4:10; Ezekiel 46:13)
Most things are cleaned with blood:
Without the shedding of blood,
There is no forgiveness.  (Hebrews 9:22)

Make One still young the offering,
The last of such bloody suffering; (Daniel 9:27)
Yet His soul shall rise to see
The spiritual children He brought to be.  (Isaiah 53:10)

The Ancient Lamb not very old;
With blood worth more than even gold:
It sets the human captives free
From sin's eternal misery.  (I Peter 1:19; Exodus, etc)



How much more will the Blood of Christ,--
He who offered Himself to God
Through the Eternal Spirit
As an unblemished sacrifice--
Cleanse our consciences from dead works
To serve the Living God?  (Hebrews 9:14)

As a lamb to the slaughter He was led;
And as a sheep before her shearers is silent,
So He did not open His mouth.  (Isaiah 53:7b)

"And I, 
If I be lifted up from the earth,
I will draw all people to myself."  (John 12:32) 
So taught the Lamb
Before His time had come.
"The Son of Man 
Must suffer many things.
He must be killed,
And on the third day raised to life."
  (Luke 9:21, 43, 18:31; Mark 9:32; Matthew 17:23)

Myriads of myriads, 
Thousands of thousands,
Angels and elders 
All saying with a loud voice,
"Worthy is the Lamb,
Who was slaughtered,
To receive power and wealth and wisdom
And might and honor and glory and blessing!"  
     (Revelation 5:12)  


For the Lamb,
The One in the center of the throne,
Will shepherd them.
And He will lead them 
To Living Fountains of Waters.  (Revelation 7:17a)
                 --translations & short verse c.m.b. (c) 2024

Friday, September 1, 2023

Blessed September

 
   During September in much of Northern Hemisphere, little purple daisy-like flowers ("asters") are in bloom.  Across Europe, especially in England, they are often referred to as "Michaelmas Daisies."  This is due to their on-going blooming over the feast of St. Michael and All Angels on September 29th.
    The Bible does not say as much about angels as some people might assume.  But it does say some important things.  One thing to note: humans do NOT become angels when we die.  Angels were always created to be spirit only and are the servants of God. We were created to be both physical and spiritual. Though the physical must go into the earth for a while at death, due to humanity's fall into sin, the body will be raised at the end of time. We are not only servants of God: we are also His children.  When the angels fell into sin, they became the demons that are cursed forever. There is no salvation plan for them.  On the other hand, God sent His Son (who is also God Himself) to become human and to die for our sins.

     Michael is a powerful angel who shows up in the books of Daniel and Revelation. He is also briefly mentioned in Jude. His name in Hebrew means "who is like God?"  ["Micah" is a related name. It means "who is like Yahweh (the proper name for God)."]  Michael fought in the great war in heaven after Satan rebelled against God, before humans were tempted. 
   Gabriel, whose name means "God is my Strong Man", is the other angel with a name. He appeared to Daniel in the Old Testament. His main appearances were around the time of Jesus' birth, making announcements to Zechariah, father of John the Baptist, and making the announcement of Jesus' coming to His mother, the Virgin Mary.
     Other angels serve in other roles. Some are, indeed, our guardian angels.  Four remain around the throne of God.  None is described in the Bible as the cutesy little Valentine cherubs. 

Here is some Biblical poetry for you to enjoy over this happy festival:

For He [God] shall give His angels charge over you,
To keep you in all your ways.
In their hands shall they bear you up
Lest you dash your foot on a stone.  (Psalm 91:11-12, original translation)


Monday, May 1, 2023

Waterfall

      These photos are from a hike into Zapata Falls in south central Colorado last year.  The waterfalls are in the Sangre de Cristo ("Blood of Christ") Range within the Rocky Mountains.  (For more on our trip there, see the post from October, 2020.)

      Some fresh translations from Psalm 42 add to the reflections.

Zapata Falls Colorado, Rocky Mountains, Sangre de Cristo Mountains, Marie Byars photography
















7) Deep calls unto deep
At the noise of Your waterfalls; 
And all your waves and billows
Over me have passed.
8) In the daytime will Yahweh command His lovingkindness,
And in the night will his song be with me--
   a prayer to the God of my life...
11) Why, O my soul, are you cast down,
And why are you disquieted within me? 
Have hope in God,
For yet shall I praise Him,
The salvation of my expression [literally 'face']
And my God.    --Sons of Korah  




Notice how the falls spill from rocks high above.  Hikers are not allowed in that area.





    For fans of the Chronicles of Narnia, which are Christian allegories, waterfalls are in many stories.  C.S. Lewis' upbringing in parts of Ireland contributed to his depictions of Narnia.  I like occasionally mentioning Narnia in this blog because Lewis does such an amazing job describing the landscape.  It is part of the great joy of going to Narnia. The Hollywood productions (as Hollywood will do) focus so much on the great breathtaking near escapes that the amount of time just absorbing natural wonders is lost.
     Lewis does mentions a number of waterfalls throughout The Chronicles of Narnia. The most well-known is in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, where the Beavers take the Pevensie children along the ravine below a waterfall in order to avoid being caught by the White Witch.  She traveled by sled and couldn't follow them down the narrow space. 
    The Great Waterfall is at the furthest western limit of Narnia.  Falling over spectacular cliffs into Cauldron Pool, it becomes the source of the Great River. 
    In the last book. The Last Battle, the trickster ape, Shift, lives near these falls.  He finds a lion skin in Cauldron Pool and tricks his foolish donkey friend, Puzzle, into wearing it and pretending to be Aslan, the Great Lion (the metaphor for Jesus).  This great hoax brings down Narnia.  

    At the end of Narnia, as the move into ever greater, more beautiful eternal Narnias, Aslan's dearest go UP the great waterfall, in a way they never could have done in their previous lives.  (Imagine climbing those!)  I could not find any artist renditions of the beloved going up the Narnian falls, so I will leave you with these final Zapata Falls photos.  My husband took these.  If you look close, you can see me in blue shirt with the giant straw hat, which I refer to as my "ugly potato farmer's hat."  (This is not to imply that potato farmers are ugly, only that my hat is.)  It has warded off skin cancer, though!  And then he took one of me closer up, getting the photos you saw above.  What a day it would have been if we COULD have ascended the falls!






Sunday, October 16, 2022

Autumn Glory

 
     Here are some photos from around northern Arizona this October.  Northern Arizona looks a lot different than some of you who have never visited this state might expect. This is going to be a bigger post, photographically.  It will also have a couple different 'takes' on autumn interspersed.
    There is also much more "human activity" in some of these pictures than what I typically include.  Some of this couldn't be helped in order to "get the shot."  But it's a reminder that, despite how radical environmentalists frame things, our world is a human-natural world cooperation.  To even enjoy it involves a human imposition. 

     After the flood, God gave Noah a rainbow.  Christians think of this mostly as a promise that God would not destroy the earth again by a flood.  There is also a promise that seasons will follow each other in order until the end of time:

"Through all the days of the earth,
Seedtime and Harvst,
Cold and Heat,
Summer and Winter, 
Day and Night 
Will not take rest [cease, pause, have a 'Sabbath']."  (Genesis 8:22)

San Francisco Peaks





Trees 🌳:

Arizona Walnut

"Quaking" Aspen, a type of poplar;
usually the leaves go golden, 
but soil conditions allow some as this
to go reddish


A Non-Native Maple 🍁

A Native, Western Maple 🍁

Basswood/Linden (?)
     When you're young, you often just admire Fall for the beautiful change of colors.  As time passes, you are more likely to have the haunting sense of 'death' arrive.  The leaves are actually dying.  While the deciduous trees aren't dying, their dormant state looks dead.  Even perceptive children will pick up on this, as in this poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins, an English Jesuit priest:

Spring and Fall
to a young child

Márgarét, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! ás the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal* lie;
And yet you wíll weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for. (1880)   

*Leafmeal, akin to "piecemeal"; term coined by Hopkins  

The Bible gives us hope in this, though.  Job, who was plagued by disaster and lived thousands of years before Christ was born, said in faith:

"For I know that my Redeemer lives,
And at the last [day], He shall stand upon the earth.
And after my skin is destroyed-- this,
And in my flesh shall I see God,
Whom I shall see for myself,
And my eyes shall behold,
And not a stranger. *
My heart yearns within me!"  (Job 19:25-27)

*this is more accurate to the Hebrew.  Martin Luther made a similar choice, translating it into German, using the word Fremder, "stranger."


Mountain🌄Hike 🚶‍♀️ 🚶‍♂️:

solitary aspen leaf 🍂

Aspens Interspersed with Blue Spruce and Douglas-Fir🌲
Conifer Seedling with Aspen Leaf

Rain 🌧🌦🌨off in the Distance

Sweeping Vista

The Pinnacle Humphreys Peak 🗻


"Aspen Corner"
part way down the mountain 


Flowers 🌸🏵🌼💐 :

I was frankly surprised to see this many flowers still blooming, especially the 'last' lupine and all the black-eyed Susans, especially considering how cool it was already getting. 

Purple False-Clover
pea family

White False-Clover and Yellow Clover
(why one is a true clover and the other is not seems some botanist's whim)


Yarrow 

Golden Aster 
composite (sunflower) 🌼 family

Native Snapdragon 

Cliff Rose 🌹
rose family (along with many common fruits
such as 🍎apple, plum, cherry 🍒,  peach 🍑)
[alongside purple coneflower]
Purple Aster
 composite family; sometimes called Michaelmas Daisy,
due to blooming around St. Michael's and All Angels Day, 29 September 

Maroon & Gold Mexican Hats, composite family
Yellow Mexican Hats
(purple asters among both types of Mexican Hats)


White Asters or Fleabane



Wooly Mullein (Lamb's Ear)

Lupine, much like Texas Bluebonnet
pea family (note pods below)
Purple Coneflower, non-native; composite family
Indian Blanket Flower (Firewheel), Composite Family
only somewhat native to this area;
more common on the southern parts of the Great Prarie;
there are several subspecies with slight color variations
My Favorite: Black-Eyed Susans
composite family
native to the Midwest, from Wisconsin to Texas
They have been seeded and naturalized to this one field in Flagstaff, AZ.Though I like living in the West, these are still a big favorite with me.

with ponderosa pines
with Indian blankets scattered in





A poem of mine on these flowers from August 2019