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Showing posts with label Lutheran poetry. Show all posts
Thursday, May 1, 2025
Now Thank We All Our God
With heart and hands and voices;
Who wondrous things has done,
In whom this world rejoices.
Who from our mothers' arms
Has blessed us on our way
With countless gifts of love,
And still is ours today.
O may this bounteous God
Through all our life be near us;
With ever joyful hearts
And blessed peace to cheer us;
And keep us still in grace
And guide us when perplexed;
And free us from all ills
In this world and the next.
All praise and thanks to God
The Father now be given;
The Son, and Him Who reigns
With Them in highest heaven:
The one eternal God,
Whom earth and heaven adore;
For thus it was, is now
And shall be evermore.
--Rev. Martin Rinkart, ~1636; translated by Catherine Winkworth, 1855
Rev. Martin Rinkart was a German Lutheran pastor during the 30 Years War. The war was a series of conflicts between Roman Catholic and Protestants across Europe from 1618 to 1648. The conflict raged across much of Europe but was particularly devastating in the German provinces.
Pastor Rinkart wrote this hymn as the war was nearing its end. He had been exposed to some of its tremendous horrors, including disease, which often grows out of warfare. Still, he wrote this hopeful hymn. It is based on Wisdom of ben Sirach 50:22-24, from the Apocrypha. The Apocrypha are books that are considered Scripture by Roman Catholics and the Eastern Orthodox but not Lutherans and other Protestants. Martin Luther had said these books were worth reading, though not canonical Scripture. Yet Rinkart wrote his hymn based on one of these passages.
This is one of my all-time favorite hymns. Sometimes it is nice to read hymns as poems. This year, it is posted for Mother's Day, initially, because of the reference to "mothers' arms."
Tuesday, April 1, 2025
Awake My Heart with Gladness
See what today is done;
Now, after gloom and sadness,
Comes forth the glorious Sun.
My Savior there was laid
Where our bed must be made
When to the realms of light
Our spirit wings its flight.
The foe in triumph shouted
When Christ lay in the tomb;
But, lo, he now is routed,
His boast is turned to gloom.
For Christ again is free;
In glorious victory
He
Who is strong to save
Has triumphed o'er the grave.
This is a sight that gladdens;
What peace it doth impart!
Now nothing ever saddens
The joy within my heart.
No gloom shall ever shake,
No foe shall ever take,
The hope which God's own Son
In love for me hath won.
Now hell, its prince, the devil
Of all their powers are shorn;
Now I am safe from evil,
And sin I laugh to scorn.
Grim Death with all his might
Cannot my soul affright;
He is a powerless form,
Howe'er he rave and storm.
The world against me rageth
Its fury I disdain;
Though bitter war it wageth
Its work is all in vain.
My heart from care is free,
No trouble troubles me.
Misfortune now is play
And night is bright as day.
Now I will cling forever
To Christ, my Savior true;
My Lord will leave me never,
Whate'er He passeth through.
He rends Death's iron chain,
He breaks through sin and pain,
He shatters hell's dark thrall,
I follow Him through all.
To halls of heavenly splendor
With Him I penetrate;
And trouble ne'er may hinder
Nor make me hesitate.
Let tempests rage at will,
My Savior shields me still;
He grants abiding peace
And bids all tumult cease.
He brings me to the portal
That leads to bliss untold,
Whereon this rhyme immortal
Is found in script of gold:
"Who there My cross hath shared*
Finds here a crown prepared;
Who there with Me hath died
Shall here be glorified."
--Paul Gerhardt 1648 ("Auf, auf, mein Herz, mit Freuden"); translated John Kelly, 1867
*Matthew 16:24-26 & Revelation 2:10
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Sunday, October 1, 2023
A Mighty Fortress
October 31st is Reformation Day for Lutherans*. In honor of this, here is the best known hymn by Martin Luther for you to read as a poem. It is based on Psalm 46 and was written around 1529. Some people think Luther wrote it in remembrance of his friend Leonhard Kaiser, who was martyred due to the Reformation.
The translation from German included here is closer to the original German, a little less like the modern hymn. It is based somewhat on literal translations and somewhat on the known translations, with adaptations by this blogger.
The picture included is the Luther's Rose**, designed by him. It is rich in symbolism.
1) A mighty Fortress is our God,
A good Defense and Weapon.
He helps us free from every need.
That has us now o'ertaken.
The old evil enemy
Works still more earnestly.
His pow'r and ploys are great;
His armor is cruel hate:
On earth is not his likeness.
2) With our own strength is nothing done,
Else quick our loss effected.
But for us fights the suitable One,
Whom God Himself elected.
You ask who is He who came?
Christ Jesus is His name,
Of heav'nly hosts the Lord,
God's only Son adored:
The battlefield He must hold.
3) Though all the world with devils were filled
All threat'ning to devour us,
We would not fear, for God has willed
They cannot overpow'r us.
The prince of worldly power,
Howe'er he might glower,
We will not be budged:
Since he's already judged,
One little word can bring him down.
4) The Word they still shall let remain
And not be thankful for it.
He is with us according to plan
With His good gifts and Spirit.
Were they to take our life,
Goods, honor, child and wife,
Let them go away.
They still will have no sway:
The Kingdom shall remain for us.
---Martin Luther, c. 1529; translation by various; adapted c.m.b., 2023
*Reformation Day, October 31st. Centuries before this, the Roman Catholic church had taken over the Druid observance of Samhain. The Druids believed the barrier between the worlds of dead and living was "thinnest" at midnight on October 31st. The Church repurposed November 1st as All Saints' Day. October 31st became known as "All Hallows' Eve" in English. Luther chose the day before All Saints Day, by tradition, to post his 95 Theses (statements) in German on a church door, calling for a debate among church leaders and scholars. These were translated and sparked the Protestant Reformation.
**Luther's Rose: this was first sketched by Luther around 1516 to 1520 and fully designed at the request of Johann Friedrich, Elector of Saxony. The black cross represents Jesus' sacrifice, the blackness symbolizing our sin. The red heart symbolizes our faith; Luther said that because of our sin, the heart ought to be black, yet, due to Christ, the heart is not utterly destroyed. The heart is on a white rose, to show that faith gives joy, comfort and peace: white is the color of angels and spirits. The sky blue field symbolizes joy and that faith is the beginning of future heavenly joy. The gold ring symbolizes precious eternity, which has no beginning and end.
This rendering has the triple phrase often used by Lutherans, sometimes written in Latin: sola fide, sola gratia, sola Scriptura. A fourth could be added: solus Christus, Christ alone.
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Saturday, January 14, 2023
A Compendium of This Blogger's Poetry
(so far)
Pardon my vanity, but there are people who actually seek out my own original work, as opposed to existing work by others. I realized the menu item with my name currently pulls up several long photo exposes. So, with your indulgence, I'm going to post links to some of my own poetry throughout this blog.
[I am not including my original translations of Biblical poetry. There's a "Biblical poetry" link for that in the side bar (on desktop or web versions).]
The first one listed, on "joy", has gotten the most feedback for touching others over the years. Other than that, they are mostly listed from newest posted to earliest posted. (That's not the same as reverse order of when they were written.) Thanks for reading. In a world of being pushed & shoved by everyone and anyone grabbing a platform, I appreciate you spending some time in my less traveled corner of the world.
Tuesday, March 2, 2021
Ego Eimi
ἐγώ εἰμι
Jesus says:
"I AM the world's Light (John 8:12)
Who outshines eternal night."
"I AM the Good Shepherd (John 10:14)
And the door for the sheep: (John 10:7, 9)
The sheep hear My word
And within may safely sleep."
"I AM the Bread of Life; (John 6)
The Way, the Truth and the Life; (John 14:6)
The Resurrection and the Life." (John 11:25)
"I AM the True Vine
And you are the branches-- (John 15: 1,5)
Without what is Mine,
You do only what man does."
εἰμι ἐγώ
Paul answers for all of us:
"Christ Jesus came into the world for sinners,
First of whom am I." (I Timothy 1:15)
ἐγώ εἰμι
Jesus says:
"Before Abraham was, I AM." (John 8:58)
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Tuesday, February 2, 2021
Moisture Comes to Arizona
Rain, Rain,
Came again,
Came to ease our climate's pain.
Cloud, Cloud,
You're no shroud;
You're a joy to have around.
Snow, Snow,
Do not go:
Beautify us here below.
"Cleanse me with hyssop,
And I shall be clean;
Wash me,
And I shall be whiter than snow." (Psalm 51:7)*
Grey, Grey,
Gone away:
Would you stay another day?
Sun, Sun,
Elsewhere fun,
Here you give our drought a run.
Rain, Rain,
Come again:
Leave us not with hopes in vain.
"'For just as the rain comes down
And snow from the heavens
And does not return there
Without watering the earth...
Thus is My Word
Which goes forth from my mouth:
It does not return to Me void.'" (from Isaiah 55:10-11)*
--C. Marie Byars, (c) 2021
*original retranslations of the Bible from Hebrew
This poem is fourth in a series of drought & rain across Arizona. These are the other three:
The below links show pictures of the author (and family) sledding in the US Southwest across the past several years.
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Sunday, January 31, 2021
Imagine
Imagine...
love that embraces the enemy
grace that preaches repentance
joy that strengthens during depression
peace that accompanies the conflicted
hope that enlivens the dying
Jesus gives this. --Rev B.T. (c) 2021
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Tuesday, December 1, 2020
What Color Is Your Christmas?
Customs say that Christmas colors
Feature red and green:
Reams and reams of dusty paper
Tell what these hues mean.
Newer en vogue Christmas pallettes
Favor blue and silver--
Mildest hints of bracing cold,
Tinselly chills with frosty lure.
"I'm dreaming of a...
...blue, blue Christmas."
Irving wrote of Christmas white,
Decked in sparkling snow;
Here an unplanned black-eyed Susan
Joins planned lemons dressed in yellow.
Others might await their snow:
Winters here bring liquid flow.
Yet our rain has gone away--
Still not back this holiday.
If the rain falls on us all,
Good and evil both the same*,
What does this prolonged' drought
Say of our respective blame?
Christmas comes, Christmas goes,
Elsewhere as they brave the snows.
Christ's love blankets all our sin:
Someday all that's right will win.
--C. Marie Byars; (c) December, 2020
*Matthew 5:45
This poem forms a triptych with two other poems on our lack of rain:
It partially "twins" with the black-eyed Susan poem below and forms a partial "triptych" with the visuals in all three of these posts:
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Tuesday, November 3, 2020
Rain Redux*
Rain, rain, come again;
Drought and dryness starts to drain.
Rain, rain, come and stay:
Stay again another day.
Arizona wants some rain
Which we've too long sought in vain;
Rain that's gone away since May:
We would welcome shades of gray.
Father, who once cursed the soil,
Saying now that we must toil,
Still You show amazing grace,
To Your falt'ring human race---
SOOOO
Rain, rain, come and play
Stay with us another day.
---C. Marie Byars, (c) November, 2020
*Redux, both because of the importance of "again" in the original rhyme and this poem. Also, "redux", because this poem comes in tandem with my poem of earlier this year, discussing the distress of Arizona's already long-standing lack of rain then, which is even worse now.
(It was a challenge writing a poem with deeper thoughts using the "punch" and even "taunt-like" meter of the original rhyme.)
Here's the previous poem that "twins" with this
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Tuesday, September 1, 2020
Perspectives
"Rain" means something other
If you're not from Arizona:
"Into every life..."*
(Twist you here the knife)
"A little rain must fall..."*
(Unmitigated gall).
At last God sent us rain
To ease this climate's pain
Elsewhere they have floods--
Nature's twisted torsades.**
I pray You come again,
Far moreso than the rain;
I want to see Your Face:
Lord, Jesus, come with haste.
---c.m.b. (c), 2020
(a summer of record breaking 110+ days in Phoenix; no rain; high ozone)
*A paraphrase from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem, "The Rainy Day" (see link below)
Far moreso than the rain;
I want to see Your Face:
Lord, Jesus, come with haste.
---c.m.b. (c), 2020
(a summer of record breaking 110+ days in Phoenix; no rain; high ozone)
*A paraphrase from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem, "The Rainy Day" (see link below)
**Torsades: an irregular heart rhythm
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Wednesday, July 1, 2020
Nature is Never Spent (*)
"For all this, nature is never spent."*
As unto urban wastelands sent
Was this poetic English gent
Ourselves are now to parched lands lent,
Absorbing well what Hopkins meant.
I see no British Isles lush~
I look on desert city rush~
Adapting as that orange-breast thrush**
I find my own internal hush.
"There lives the dearest freshness deep-down things,"*
As I admire our flowerings
And still the robin gamely sings.**
"For all this, nature is never spent."
On earth, this comes as form of rent
Until we dwell in Christ's new tent.***
--C. Marie Byars, 2020 (c)
[during covid and unrest times, but not in direct response]
*From Gerard Manley Hopkins', SJ, 1877 poem
God's Grandeur
**A U.S. robin is a type of thrush. Per various field guides, its wide range suggests it's adaptable.
***Tent/tabernacle/dwelling. The Old Testament Tabernacle was a durable, highly ornate tent with a special purpose for worship. There, God's visible presence on earth could be found. In John 1: 14, "The Word [Christ] became flesh and 'tabernacled' among us." The Greek word for 'dwelling' means more literally 'tented.'
Sunday, August 4, 2019
Black-Eyed Susan

The name doesn't fit:
Your eye's not an eye--
So much like brown velvet.
Susan~
The Hebrew Shoshanna
The name of the lily.
But you're the cousin
Of the sunflower and daisy.
Susan, oh Susan,
You old friend of mine,
What then was your name
When the Maker made time?
Yellow for joy~
Reminder of heaven*--
Multi flowers in brown**--
Keeper of secrets,
In simplicity renown.
--Marie Byars, 2019 (c)
*Romans chapter 8: all creation waits to be renewed when Christ returns.
**The "center" in flowers in the composite family is a cluster of minute flowers. What are often called the petals are really "rays."
St. Paul, Minnesota; July, 2019
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Botanical Gardens Albuquerque, NM |
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Lake County (suburban Chicago), Illinois; July, 2018 |
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The ones which inspired this poem Prescott, Arizona; August, 2019 My own, which came up a year later: ![]() A field of Black-eyed Susans that became naturalized in Flagstaff, AZ October, 2022: |
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Black-eyed Susans in south central Texas get a maroon hue near the center |
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