The towers in my cathedral stand tall, steady, stately as they sway; unaware of any turmoil which clenches, clutches and chokes.
Tall, trim trees adorn with ornaments grand. Rubies of cardinals, aquamarine jays, amber breasted robins are only a few precious gems.
Gaze upward, for solitude reaches higher than thirty or forty foot pines gathered in open heavens. As one climbs higher, changes take
my solitude to higher valued traits of : love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, and self-control waiting for all.
Wind blows about hatred, sadness, war, anxiety, cruelty, evil, harshness, and anxiousness as a treacherous tossed salad unwilling served.
Where does one truly find a sanctuary? In the world of Creation, and within the heart of a man who is willing to glorified God.
“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience , kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control. Against such there is no law. And those who are Christ’s have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit.”
He calls and repeats his call, it travels on the tepid breeze, encircles the weary woodland, rises up to crafty cumulus clouds, trails passed each blade of grass and falls into empty, murky marsh.
He waits and waits even longer, his tune falls to silent, vacant realms knowing her image trails in his mind, lifts his head and rises high to listening, he puffs his wings, encircles the land, will travel far to find what he has lost.
As for the song bird, he lovingly lingers long; seeks what he has lost.
“And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.”
Perhaps, “mayday” was a warning cry for warmth after a long bitter winter years ago? Maybe only the spring peepers really know how to cheer on an early May’s jubilant song? Were the migration of birds dismayed as snow steadily seeped in frozen ground?
On the brighter note…
Mayflowers nodded their sleepy heads on bare branched forest floor, a sprig of hope. Maypoles decorated in rich colored ribbon held by young children skipping in the wind and mayflies, nymphs, gorge on fresh algae only to enjoy a few short days of spring.
May Day is more than sun shining brighter, longer it is a fresh start!
Immature mayflies, also known as nymphs, feed on microscopic algae and organic matter in the water. Adults don’t have functioning mouthparts, and therefore do not eat? However, this isn’t an issue since mayflies only live as mature adults for a few days.
In Hawaii, May Day is also known as Lei Day, and it is normally set aside as a day to celebrate island culture in general and the culture of the native Hawaiians in particular. Invented by poet and local newspaper columnist and was celebrated on 1 May 1927 in Honolulu.
The maypole dance is a spring ritual long known to Western Europeans. Usually performed on May 1 (May Day), the folk custom is done around a pole garnished with flowers and ribbon to symbolize a tree. Practiced for generations in countries such as Germany and England, the maypole tradition dates back to the dances ancient people used to do around actual trees in hopes of harvesting a large crop.
“Jacob’s Narrow Journey” is the sequel to “Jemi’s Noble Quest”. Both books are part of the I Am the Light series. It will be released later this year. If you haven’t had the time to read the first book, perhaps it can be added to you summer reading program.
Jacob’s Narrow Journey is a story of loss and hope. The story is set back two thousand years. The reader will join Jemi, Rezin and Jacob as they venture through the Jezreel and Jordan valleys. What are they searching for? That is something you’ll need to take the time to read!
Kenziah stepped toward Jemi, “You have been ready for this day since Rezin brought you out from the desert. We all thought you had died. Not Rezin he searched for you until he found you.” Kenziah fixed the veil about Jemi’s face. “You will grow in love together as long as you seek God’s wisdom. Your bridegroom has arrived. It’s time…”
So much death had filled the streets of Dor. Many large graves were dug to bury the dead bodies which were stacked atop each other. There were no processions, no wailers or doleful music being played. The stench of rotting corpse filed the air which once had been perfumed with delicious spices.
Jacob looked out at the storm and then glanced at Abigail. He saw panic in her eyes. Though he dreaded their present state, something inside emerged. A peace washed over him. Then a great desire surfaced to shield her from the roaring wind and scattering sands. A tinge of guilt settled in his heart. He had been nasty to her these past few weeks. Jacob’s crude behavior had built a wall between them and his parents. Just as he was about to offer her shelter, Abigail moved closer to Rezin and Jemi. His father gathered her next to his mother and secured his strong arms around both of them. Jacob sat alone. The spark of resentment which had almost been defused flared up into a raging storm of its own.
Jemi’s Noble Quest is available on Amazon P. Wolf; poet & author
In the beginning darkness spread its veil, before the setting of the first golden sunset, earlier than man stepping on the earth; at first ALL was righteous, good, upright. Originally, it was God who made a perfect, pleasant place for all to live in harmony!
In the end, it becomes the creation’s honor, as time trickles to an expectant climax, to finish the race with full responsibility, respect and in the resolution of all time tending to things with a positive closure. One day soon, there will be a new Earth!
“The earth is the Lord’s, and all its fullness, The world and those who dwell therein. For He has founded it upon the seas, And established it upon the waters.”
“Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and earth had passed away, and the sea was no more.”
If I could paint a landscape of spring, to reveal the magic it can truly bring, it would be of forsythia’s brilliant show where yellow blooms abundantly grow! Of a carpet of green after months of tan; cool, curly blades of grass, budding leaf, and new flower bulbs deep in dirty sand. Warmth in the fresh air as if to know its lifeblood helps makes all things flow. A-flight are flocks of birds which sing, soar skies; oversees them as does a king.
If I could capture the blessings of spring, of a life lived in Christ and what it brings; it could take weeks or years to show, it would be glorious with fruits that grow, it would reflect on Jesus Christ the man, it would not be freed from trials or grief, though it is difficult to understand or know. There’s a godly peace that comes to flow; even in sorrow one can hope and sing praises to our returning Creator and King!