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Tuesday, October 10, 2017
October in Northern Arizona
Saturday, July 1, 2017
Natural Wonders of America
The U.S. Flag featured at some of our public lands for the Fourth of July
(uncredited internet photos)
Southern Swamps |
Avenue of Flags
Mount Rushmore National Monument, SD
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Storms moving in... |
Bryce Canyon National Park, UT |
Grand Canyon National Park, AZ |
Half Dome at Yosemite Nat'l Park. CA |
Folding the Flag
at Ft. McHenry National Monument, MD
(where "The Star-Spangled Banner" was written)
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Wednesday, November 23, 2016
The Golden Morning [Sun]
(apropos for Thanksgiving, though originally German)
Come ye with singing,
Our Maker bringing
Each good and blessing
We are possessing:
All be to God as an offering brought,
The best oblation
Our heart’s adoration.
Songs meet and thankful
Are incense and cattle
With which His pleasure most fitly is sought.
Evening and morning,
Sunset and dawning,
Wealth, peace, and gladness,
Comfort in sadness:
These are Thy works; all the glory be Thine!
Times without number,
Awake or in slumber,
Thine eye observes us,
From danger preserves us,
Causing Thy mercy upon us to shine.
Though all decayeth,
God ever stayeth,Nor doth He waver,
He changeth never,
His Word and will have unchangeable ground.
His grace and favor
Are steadfast forever,
In our hearts healing
Death’s pangs that we’re feeling,
Keeping us now and eternally sound.
Father, O hear me,
Pardon and spare me;
Calm all my terrors,
Blot out mine errors
That by Thine eyes they may no more be scanned.
Order my goings,
Direct all my doings;
As it may please Thee,
Retain or release me;
All I commit to Thy fatherly hand.
The good and healthful,
The harmful, unhelpful,
Thou my Physician,
Who know’st my condition,
Hast ne’er more chastened than any should be.
Griefs, though heart-rending,
All have their ending;
Though seas be roaring
And winds outpouring,
Thereafter shines the dear sun’s blessèd face.
Fullness of pleasure
And glorious leisure
Then will be given
To me there in heaven,
Where all my thoughts are directing their gaze.
--Paul Gerhardt, 1666. Translation, composite. (adapted)
The golden morning,
Joy her adorning,
On us is gleaming,
Rays brightly beaming,
With her beloved heart-quickening light.
My head and members
Lay deep in their slumbers,
But now awaking,
All sleep from me shaking,
Gazing on heav’n, I rejoice at the sight.
Joy her adorning,
On us is gleaming,
Rays brightly beaming,
With her beloved heart-quickening light.
My head and members
Lay deep in their slumbers,
But now awaking,
All sleep from me shaking,
Gazing on heav’n, I rejoice at the sight.
Mine eye’s beholding
God’s work unfolding,
Made for His glory,
Telling the story
Of all His power so mighty and great
And where the Father
His faithful shall gather
In peace, whenever
Earth’s ties they shall sever,
Leaving this mortal and perishing state.
God’s work unfolding,
Made for His glory,
Telling the story
Of all His power so mighty and great
And where the Father
His faithful shall gather
In peace, whenever
Earth’s ties they shall sever,
Leaving this mortal and perishing state.
Our Maker bringing
Each good and blessing
We are possessing:
All be to God as an offering brought,
The best oblation
Our heart’s adoration.
Songs meet and thankful
Are incense and cattle
With which His pleasure most fitly is sought.
Evening and morning,
Sunset and dawning,
Wealth, peace, and gladness,
Comfort in sadness:
These are Thy works; all the glory be Thine!
Times without number,
Awake or in slumber,
Thine eye observes us,
From danger preserves us,
Causing Thy mercy upon us to shine.
Though all decayeth,
God ever stayeth,Nor doth He waver,
He changeth never,
His Word and will have unchangeable ground.
His grace and favor
Are steadfast forever,
In our hearts healing
Death’s pangs that we’re feeling,
Keeping us now and eternally sound.
Father, O hear me,
Pardon and spare me;
Calm all my terrors,
Blot out mine errors
That by Thine eyes they may no more be scanned.
Order my goings,
Direct all my doings;
As it may please Thee,
Retain or release me;
All I commit to Thy fatherly hand.
The good and healthful,
The harmful, unhelpful,
Thou my Physician,
Who know’st my condition,
Hast ne’er more chastened than any should be.
Griefs, though heart-rending,
All have their ending;
Though seas be roaring
And winds outpouring,
Thereafter shines the dear sun’s blessèd face.
Fullness of pleasure
And glorious leisure
Then will be given
To me there in heaven,
Where all my thoughts are directing their gaze.
--Paul Gerhardt, 1666. Translation, composite. (adapted)
Saturday, July 2, 2016
God Bless Our Native Land
God bless our native land;
Firm may she ever stand
Through storm and night:
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of wind and wave,
Do Thou our country save
By thy great might.
For her our prayers shall rise
To God, above the skies;
On Him we wait.
Thou who art ever nigh,
Guarding with watchful eye,
To Thee aloud we cry,
God save the state!
And not to us alone,
But be Thy mercies known
From shore to shore.
Lord, make the nations see
That men should brothers be
And form one family
The wide world o'er.
Verses 1-2, Siegfried A. Mahlmann, 1815;
Verse 3, William E. Hickson, 1835
Verse 3, William E. Hickson, 1835
(sung to the tune "America")
Labels:
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sea,
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water,
wind
Friday, January 1, 2016
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Thanksgiving
The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway --
Thanksgiving comes again! ---Old Rhyme.
The seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway --
Thanksgiving comes again! ---Old Rhyme.
Labels:
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temporal,
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wind
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Song of the Three Young Men
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Saturday, June 7, 2014
Creator Spirit
(Blessed Pentecost)
By the Word of Yahweh were the heavens made,
And all their hosts by the Spirit of His mouth. (Psalm 33:6)
You send forth Your Spirit, they are created;
And you renew the face of the earth. (Psalm 104:30)*
By the Word of Yahweh were the heavens made,
And all their hosts by the Spirit of His mouth. (Psalm 33:6)
You send forth Your Spirit, they are created;
And you renew the face of the earth. (Psalm 104:30)*
(*Biblical Translations by Marie Byars)
Labels:
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Monday, November 11, 2013
Autumnal Sonnet
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods,
And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt,
And night by night the monitory blast*
Wails in the key-hold, telling how it pass'd
O'er empty fields, or upland solitudes,
Or grim wide wave; and now the power is felt
Of melancholy, tenderer in its moods
Than any joy indulgent summer dealt.
Dear friends, together in the glimmering eve,
Pensive and glad, with tones that recognize
The soft invisible dew in each one's eyes,
It may be, somewhat thus we shall have leave
To walk with memory,--when distant lies
Poor Earth, where we were wont to live and grieve.
--William Allingham (1828-1889)
* Blast of air that warns or admonishes; here, about death coming
And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt,
And night by night the monitory blast*
Wails in the key-hold, telling how it pass'd
O'er empty fields, or upland solitudes,
Or grim wide wave; and now the power is felt
Of melancholy, tenderer in its moods
Than any joy indulgent summer dealt.
Dear friends, together in the glimmering eve,
Pensive and glad, with tones that recognize
The soft invisible dew in each one's eyes,
It may be, somewhat thus we shall have leave
To walk with memory,--when distant lies
Poor Earth, where we were wont to live and grieve.
--William Allingham (1828-1889)
* Blast of air that warns or admonishes; here, about death coming
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
The Autumn
Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them --
The summer flowers depart --
Sit still -- as all transform'd to stone,
Except your musing heart.
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them --
The summer flowers depart --
Sit still -- as all transform'd to stone,
Except your musing heart.
How there you sat in summer-time,
May yet be in your mind;
And how you heard the green woods sing
Beneath the freshening wind.
May yet be in your mind;
And how you heard the green woods sing
Beneath the freshening wind.
Though the same wind now blows around,
You would its blast recall;
For every breath that stirs the trees,
Doth cause a leaf to fall.
You would its blast recall;
For every breath that stirs the trees,
Doth cause a leaf to fall.
Oh! like that wind, is all the mirth
That flesh and dust impart:
We cannot bear its visitings,
When change is on the heart.
Gay words and jests may make us smile,
When Sorrow is asleep;
But other things must make us smile,
When Sorrow bids us weep!
That flesh and dust impart:
We cannot bear its visitings,
When change is on the heart.
Gay words and jests may make us smile,
When Sorrow is asleep;
But other things must make us smile,
When Sorrow bids us weep!
The dearest hands that clasp our hands, --
Their presence may be o'er;
The dearest voice that meets our ear,
That tone may come no more!
Youth fades; and then, the joys of youth,
Which once refresh'd our mind,
Shall come -- as, on those sighing woods,
The chilling autumn wind. ---Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
Their presence may be o'er;
The dearest voice that meets our ear,
That tone may come no more!
Youth fades; and then, the joys of youth,
Which once refresh'd our mind,
Shall come -- as, on those sighing woods,
The chilling autumn wind. ---Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
Sunday, March 3, 2013
It Is Well with My Soul
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/It_Is_Well_with_My_Soul
When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Refrain:
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live*:
But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
*"For, to me, to live is Christ, but to die is great gain." ---St. Paul, Phillipians 1:21
**The Jordan River in the Holy Land. The main eastern boundary of the Holy Land, it has become a symbol of the river to cross over at death, to enter heaven. It is also the river in which Jesus was baptized.
The writing of this hymn has such a moving story behind it that I included the link above. For a deeper meaning from this hymn, look into the following verses:
“Praise the Lord, O my soul.” --Psalm 146:1b
When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Refrain:
It is well, (it is well),
With my soul, (with my soul)
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.Refrain:
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
Refrain:
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live*:
If Jordan** above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
Refrain:
But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
New life, not the grave, is our goal;
The trumpet of angels; The voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!
Refrain:
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trumpet shall sound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
Refrain:
---Horatio Spafford (adapted)
*"For, to me, to live is Christ, but to die is great gain." ---St. Paul, Phillipians 1:21
**The Jordan River in the Holy Land. The main eastern boundary of the Holy Land, it has become a symbol of the river to cross over at death, to enter heaven. It is also the river in which Jesus was baptized.
The writing of this hymn has such a moving story behind it that I included the link above. For a deeper meaning from this hymn, look into the following verses:
“Praise the Lord, O my soul.” --Psalm 146:1b
"God is our refuge and strength,
A very present help in trouble.
Therefore will not we fear,
Though the earth give way,
And though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea;
Though its waters roar and are stirred up, Though the mountains shake with their surging." -- David in Psalm 46:1-3
"Bless Yahweh, O my soul:
All that is within me, bless His holy name. Bless Yahweh, O my soul,
And forget not all His benefits:
Who forgives all your iniquities;
Who heals all your diseases;
Who buys back[redeems] your life from destruction;
Who crowns you with loving-kindness and tender mercies;
Who satisfies your mouth with good things,
So that your youth is renewed like the eagle's.
Yahweh carries out righteousness and judgment For all that are oppressed." --David in Psalm 103: 1-6
" 'Rejoice in the Lord always' and again I say, 'Rejoice.' Let your moderation be known to everyone. The Lord is near. Don't worry about anything; but in every thing by prayer and earnest begging with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which passes all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus." ---St. Paul in Philippians 4:4-7
"Peace I leave with you. My peace I give unto you. Not as the world gives, do give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid. " --Jesus in John 14:27
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Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Deer's Cry
(St. Patrick's Breastplate)
I arise today
Through the strength of heaven;
Light of sun,
Radiance of moon,
Splendour of fire,
Speed of lightning,
Swiftness of wind,
Depth of sea,
Stability of earth,
Firmness of rock.
I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through belief in the threeness,
Through confession of the oneness
Of the Creator of Creation.
I arise today
Through the strength of Christ's birth with His baptism,
Through the strength of His crucifixion with His burial,
Through the strength of His resurrection with His ascension,
Through the strength of His descent for the judgement of Doom.
I arise today
Through the strength of the love of the Cherubim,
In the obedience of angels,
In the service of archangels,
In the hope of the resurrection to meet with reward,
In the prayers of patriarchs,
In prediction of prophets,
In preaching of apostles,
In faith of confessors,
In innocence of holy virgins,
In deeds of righteous men.
I arise today
Through God's strength to pilot me:
God's might to uphold me,
God's wisdom to guide me,
God's eye to look before me,
God's ear to hear me,
God's word to speak to me,
God's hand to guard me,
God's way to lie before me,
God's shield to protect me,
God's host to save me,
Christ to shield me today,
Against poising, against burning,
Against drowning, against wounding,
So there come to me abundance of reward.
Christ with me,
Christ before me,
Christ behind me,
Christ in me,
Christ beneath me,
Christ above me,
Christ on my right,
Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down,
Christ when I sit down,
Christ when I arise,
Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of every one who speaks of me,
Christ in the eye of every one who sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.
I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through belief in the threeness,
Through confession of the oneness
Of the Creator of Creation.
---Attributed to St. Patrick, 385-461
(from a translation by Kuno Meyer;adapted from an earier translation by Cecil Francis Alexander)
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