Category Archives: Psalms

Keeper

Granite Mtn. Hotshots Memorial photo HotshotsJuly2013156a_zpsb90e8211.jpg
One of thousands of tributes left for the 19 Granite Mountain Hotshots who perished June 30th in the Yarnell Hill Fire, at a memorial fence in Prescott, Arizona
 
Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?
Psalm 56:8, King James Version
 


Tell the wanderers
that their tears are safe with Me,
the Keeper of Love.

 
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Out of Nowhere

Mesquite in bloom photo SonoranApril20132126a_zps7c334e02.jpg
Mesquite blossoms, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona

 
Who knows the future? I don’t. Three weeks ago, I thought my fate was sealed: I would become an exile. The little Sonoran Desert school where I’ve been teaching had too many teachers at year’s end; as one of the last hired, I became one of the first to be let go. I prepared to spend the summer hunting for another classroom somewhere, anywhere. But sometimes miracles happen, and out of nowhere, I’ve been asked to help establish and teach in a new alternative education center right where I am. Now I know why some exiles from long ago started singing when their seemingly bleak future suddenly became bright: “When the Lord restored the fortunes of Zion, we were like those who dream. Then our mouth was filled with laughter, and our tongue with shouts of joy….” (Psalm 126:1-2, RSV).
 


these golden blossoms
here today, gone tomorrow
nobody knows how

 
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Wilderness Now

Seasonal stream photo SonoranApril20132354a_zps20b46e6a.jpg
Seasonal stream, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 

“It is hard to say good-bye to beloved flesh,” Madeleine L’Engle writes in Two-Part-Invention. It is also hard to say good-bye to beloved places, but the Sonoran Desert and I will soon part company. The tiny public school, where I have taught since last August, is no longer able to retain all the teachers currently on staff. Because I was one of the last to be hired, I am among the first to be let go. There will be no last-minute reprieve. As I prepare to leave this seared and desolate land I have come to love, I find myself humming a plaintive tune, first sung many thousands of years ago by a disconsolate group of displaced persons: “How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land?” (Psalm 137:4).
 


suddenly a stream
refreshing weary pilgrims
in the wilderness

 
The future is uncertain. The wilderness is now.
 

Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Lady of the Lamp

Anado's Virgin
Virgin of Guadalupe candelabrum by artist Anado McLauchlin, La Cieneguita, Guanajuato, México
 
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.
Psalm 119:105, King James Version
 


Lady of the Lamp,
as the darkness closes in,
guide my feet and heart.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
May I never stray,
Mary of the Menorah,
as you light my way.

 
Thanks to Dina of Jerusalem Hills Daily Photo for the inspiration to write “Mary of the Menorah.”
 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Keeper of the Door

Virgin of the Household
Virgin guarding a doorway, Morelia, Michoacán, México
 
For a day in thy courts is better than a thousand. I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
Psalm 84:10, King James Version
 


Keeper of the door,
never sleeping day or night,
bless all those within.

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Beside the Watercourse

Wellton wash
 
And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
Psalm 1:3, King James Version
 

A watercourse, Sonoran Desert near Wellton, Arizona
 


When you bring forth fruit,
tree beside the watercourse,
desert sands rejoice.

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Do You Hear the Sound?

Catedral, San Miguel
 
Make a joyful shout to God, all the earth!
Psalm 66:1, New King James Version
 


Do you hear the sound?
All the earth is praising God,
shouting joyfully!

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Catedral, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 
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Hear My Voice, O God!


 
Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
Psalm 64:1, King James Version
 


Hear my voice, O God!
Save me from fearing my foes,
and preserve my life.

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Statue of General Francisco “Pancho” Villa atop Cerro de la Bufa, Zacatecas, México
 
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My Soul Thirsts for You


 
O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is;
Psalm 63:1, King James Version
 

My soul thirsts for You
in this dry and thirsty land,
where no water is.

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Cholla cactus, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 
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Only for an Hour

Iris at Hubbell
 
As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
Psalm 103:15-16, King James Version
 

Only for an hour
blossoms tame or wild flower,
then they fade away.

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: An iris in bloom, Hubbell Trading Post, Ganado, Arizona
 
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