Once in royal David's city
Stood a lowly cattle shed,
Where a mother laid her Baby
In a manger for His bed:
Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ her little Child.
He came down to earth from heaven,
Who is God and Lord of all;
And His shelter was a stable,
And His cradle was a stall.
With the poor, the scorned, the lowly,
Lived on earth our Savior holy.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Once in Royal David's City
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Friday, October 31, 2008
KEE L'Oh-LAHM CHas-DOE
As I went for a walk
On legs that are able,
I praise You,
For I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
I revel in leaves
And a family picnic table.
Your works are wonderful,
How rightly I realize this! (Ps. 139:14)
...His lovingkindness lasts to eternity.
High above arches the pale blue dome
On which billowy white clouds have been hung;
He causes the clouds to rise
From the ends of the earth...
I breath in autumn
With clear, healthy lungs.
And brings out the wind
From within His storehouses. (Ps. 135:7)
...His lovingkindness lasts to eternity.
Fuzzy brown squirrels
Are storing up food...
The eyes of all look unto You,
For You give them their food in the right season.
And I munch an apple~
Sensing all that is good.
You open up Your Hand
And satisfy the wants of all living things. (Ps. 145:15-16)
...His lovingkindness lasts to eternity.
My health is restored
As only He could;
Who forgives all my sins
And heals my diseases;
My strength is as birds' wings
Going south as they should.
He satisfies my desires with good things
So that my strength is renewed like the eagle's. (Ps. 103: 3, 5)
...His lovingkindness lasts to eternity.
Tiny purple asters and once-lush green grass
Now ready for fall are dying away.
Man ~ his days are as grass,
He flourishes as a flower of the field;
Autumn reminds me that I, too, shall die
To live again in a glorious new day.
The wind blows over it and it is not,
And its own place remembers it no more. (Ps. 103:15-16)
...His lovingkindness lasts to eternity.
The cold nips my nose
As I kick about leaves...
He spreads His snow as soft wool
And scatters the frost as if ashes;
Thinking about winter
With drifts to my knees.
He hurls down His ice like pebbles~
Who can stand before His cold? (Ps. 147:16-17)
...His lovingkindness lasts to eternity.
I trust in my Father
Who looks out for me;
Create in me a clean heart, O, God
And renew an upright spirit within me.
He takes away my sins,
And I'll praise Him eternally.
O, my Lord, open up my lips
So that my mouth might declare Your praise. (Ps. 51:10,15)
Deep inside, I let out a sigh,
For You, O, Jesus, are always close by.
Because I know You,
I sense You all around me
And on a day like today,
I'm just "happy to be."
Praise Yahweh!
Give thanks unto Yahweh,
For He is good;
For His lovingkindness
Lasts to eternity. (Ps. 136:1)
---(c) C. Marie Byars, 1984; Winfield, KS
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Monday, October 13, 2008
Farewell
[for the upcoming observances of "All Hallows' Eve" & All Saints' Day]
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
Then I am ready to go!
Just a look at the horses---
Rapid! That will do!
Put me in on the firmest side,
So I shall never fall;
For we must ride to the Judgment,
And it's partly down hill.
But never I mind the bridges,
And never I mind the sea;
Held fast in everlasting race*
By my own choice and thee.
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
Then I am ready to go!
Just a look at the horses---
Rapid! That will do!
Put me in on the firmest side,
So I shall never fall;
For we must ride to the Judgment,
And it's partly down hill.
But never I mind the bridges,
And never I mind the sea;
Held fast in everlasting race*
By my own choice and thee.
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Sunday, August 24, 2008
Vivaldi's Autumn
[This is the "Autumn" sonnet that Antonio Vivaldi wrote to accompany the "Autumn" Concerto of his "Four Seasons" Cycle. The other three seasons are in earlier posts.]
ALLEGRO
The countryman celebrates with dance and song
The sweet pleasure of a good harvest,
[The "drunkard"; LENTO]
And many, fired by the liquor of Bacchus,
[Allegro assai; adagio molto]
End their enjoyment by falling asleep.
Everyone is made to abandon singing and dancing
By the temperate air, which gives pleasure,
And by the season, which invites so many
To enjoy the sweetness of sleep.
ALLEGRO
The huntsmen come out at the crack of dawn
[The fleeing prey; LEGATO]
With their horns, guns and hounds;
The quarry flees and they track it:
Already terrified and tired out by the great noise
Of the guns and hounds, the wounded beast
Makes a feeble effort to flee but dies in agony.
----Antonio Vivaldi
ALLEGRO
The countryman celebrates with dance and song
The sweet pleasure of a good harvest,
[The "drunkard"; LENTO]
And many, fired by the liquor of Bacchus,
[Allegro assai; adagio molto]
End their enjoyment by falling asleep.
Everyone is made to abandon singing and dancing
By the temperate air, which gives pleasure,
And by the season, which invites so many
To enjoy the sweetness of sleep.
ALLEGRO
The huntsmen come out at the crack of dawn
[The fleeing prey; LEGATO]
With their horns, guns and hounds;
The quarry flees and they track it:
Already terrified and tired out by the great noise
Of the guns and hounds, the wounded beast
Makes a feeble effort to flee but dies in agony.
----Antonio Vivaldi
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
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Friday, August 8, 2008
Praise to God, Immortal Praise
For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous Source of every joy,
Let Thy praise our tongues employ.
Flocks that whiten all the plain;
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain;
Clouds that drop their fattening dews,
Sun that temperate warmth diffuses.
All that Spring with bounteous hand
Scatters o’er the smiling land;
All that liberal Autumn pours
From her rich o’erflowing stores.
These to Thee, my God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow;
And for these my soul shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear
From its stem the ripening ear;
Should the fig tree’s blasted shoot*
Drop her green untimely fruit,
Should the vine put forth no more,
Nor the olive yield her store;
Though the sickening flocks should fall,
And the herds desert the stall,
Yet to Thee my soul shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise;
And, when every blessing’s flown
Love Thee for Thyself alone.**
---Anna L. Barbauld, 1772 (adapted c.m.b. 2008)
*Habakkuk 3:17-19 (a near paraphrase). After chapters of asking "How, God?" and "Why, God?"---and getting answers from God!!---Habakkuk makes this statement of faith. [Habakkuk ties another as my favorite book of the Bible]
**Christian thinkers, C.S. Lewis included, have said that as we mature in our faith, we love God for who He is and not just for the great benefits of heaven which we get from Him
Friday, August 1, 2008
The Moon
A night or two ago,
And now she turns her perfect face
Upon the world below.
Her forehead is of amplest blond*;
Her cheek like beryl* stone;
Her eye unto the summer dew
The likest I have known.
Her lips of amber* never part;
But what must be the smile
Upon her friend she could bestow
Were such her silver will.
And what a privilege to be
But the remotest star!
For certainly her way might pass
Beside your twinkling door.
Her bonnet is the firmament,
The universe her shoe,
The stars the trinkets at her belt,
Her dimities** of blue.
---Emily Dickinson
*Imagery for the moon is usually "silvery." This uses more of the "yellow", and sometimes the Moon (esp. when full) does have a yellowish cast
**Dimity: A sheer, crisp (double-threaded; "di") cotton fabric. It is woven with raised stripes or checks and was used mostly for dresses or curtains.
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