Showing posts with label New Mexico. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Mexico. Show all posts
Friday, March 15, 2019
Sledding
Labels:
children,
joy,
love,
Marie Byars,
motherhood,
New Mexico,
rocks,
seasons,
snow,
summer,
sun,
trees,
wind,
winter
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
Rio Grande (Albuquerque) Botanical Garden
Isaiah 35: 1-2a original translation below |
Black-Eyed Susans |
Purple Coneflowers (Echinacea) |
Yellow Coneflowers |
Yellow Columbine
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"The wilderness and parched land will be glad;
And the desert-plain will rejoice and blossom;
Like the crocus it will bloom profusely
And rejoice greatly and shout for joy
[because of Messiah]." Isaiah 35: 1-2a
Black-Eyed Susans redux
(personal faves)
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Labels:
Beauty of Christ,
Biblical poetry,
black-eyed Susans,
desert,
flowers,
joy,
light,
Lord of Nature,
Marie Byars,
music,
New Mexico,
summer,
temporal,
water
Wednesday, June 1, 2016
Picture This
This month, I am posting sketches, rather than a poem. This was from a era in my life when I first pushed myself to become an amateur naturalist. (Before, I'd just sort of roamed, mostly in New Mexico where I was raised, without really knowing what I was looking at.) This, along with star-gazing, is one hobby I've definitely kept alive.
This was also when I was most prolific in writing my own poetry, which dwindled after that, then practically dried up (except for writing a few songs to existing hymn meters and the poem I wrote last October... see the sidebar).
I observed many of these where I was attending college, in south central Kansas. (NOT in a botany, biology or other science field, though. Just my new hobby then.) Others were sketched out of books, due to personal interest. A few years later, when I was stationed in coastal Georgia with the Army, I saw others of these up close and personal! Some years later, when I returned to the West, I saw yet a few more up close and personal.
Labels:
change,
flowers,
joy,
Marie Byars,
New Mexico,
society,
temporal,
trees
Saturday, August 16, 2008
The Call of the Desert
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
Labels:
change,
creator,
desert,
grace,
Lutheran poetry,
Marie Byars,
music,
New Mexico,
sanctification,
temporal,
wind
Location:
Gallup, NM, USA
Friday, September 14, 2007
FALL
I'm waiting for fall to come:
For leaves to fall,
For mists to blow,
For winds to call,
For birds to go,
And then I'll know it's fall.
---Anonymous [makes the elementary school rounds]
For leaves to fall,
For mists to blow,
For winds to call,
For birds to go,
And then I'll know it's fall.
---Anonymous [makes the elementary school rounds]
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