Beneath the summer moon, hidden bats fill empty street. Flap their leathery wings, meet the darken shadows in twilight.
Silent flight, soar without tune as inky blackness settles land. Silhouette of massive trees stand crowded limbs gather in my sight;
Swooping in circles tightly hewn by brazen bat’s erratic moves; their signature etched grooves in hushed moonlit summer night.
Hope is not a message strewn by bat who rules the evening sky or milky moon which shines on high; it’s God who designed bat at flight!
It is He who made the summer moon, the music, melody and nature’s tune. With speech the earth was first hewn and stars across the universe strewn.
God placed bat’s wings at twilight, to gather at His will, before His sight. He reveals hidden things of night; and waits for men’s souls to take flight.
“He reveals the deep and hidden things; He knows what lies in darkness, and light dwells with Him.”
It’s been a dark time around the world. Like the bat, COVID seemed to creep up on the souls of men. It has etched in our lives change. Some from loss and others in remembering the laughter of loved ones.
Days grow weary from our burdens longing we look for renewed strength, mind and spirit; as winds of time toss then tremble hoping, yearning for souls to freely yield, to be renewed by wings from Heaven; released, from earthly things which encumber; freedom in the things of God forever!
“Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall. But those who wait upon the LORD will renew their strength; they will mount up with wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not faint.
I had so much fun with this poetry form earlier this week and thought I would try it again! Waltmarie poetic form was invented by Candace Kubinec.Here are the guidelines for writing the Waltmarie: • 10 lines • Even lines are two syllables in length, odd lines are longer (but no specific syllable count) • Even lines make their own mini-poem if read separately
I must be long winded, because I need 14 lines to complete a thought. So this was a twisted on this form. Remember the even lines created a hidden message on their own, if read separately.
Waves lap upon the shores like dogs thirsty after a run; they rise then fall. Tumbling days, weeks, finally years; as sands of time trickle truth.
Water is life, breaths life in moderate wandering ways. It’s foe, a piece of parched earth dangling, drained and dizzy from its unending thirst.
Weather rules day then night; rain, sleet, ice, or snow grasp gathering at will, builds walls, halts life while still smirking; for all man’s worth, he waits.
Water baptizes, transfers trader to one tested by his faithfulness now following Someone much greater, who rules the waters with a mighty, firm hand of power.
Waves of hope rise, tower above like life giving sun at early dawn; Living Water’s sacrifice brings new life where desert land springs forth new seed there, blooms in breeze.
P. Wolf; poet & author of Jemi’s Noble Quest
“Jesus answered and said to her, “Whoever drinks of this water will thirst again, but whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him will never thirst. But the water that I shall give him will become in him a fountain of water springing up into everlasting life.”
With the creaking of dead wood, the forest speaks harsh tones while wild winds BLOW; making whistling, whistling, whistling screechy whispers; shifting shadows in the trees. Then it slowly stalks its prey…
Crunch, crunch, crunch goes each solitary steady step, into drifts of freshly fallen flakes all unique, yet mound and towered high stately piles which obscure, ruin my view drifts of snow in frozen earth. Its growl invades the earth…
Stiff, so stiff the landscape of glistening white swallowed whole in blustery weather waiting, waiting for noonday sun to raise digits of zero or above; crippled fingers rest in empty birds nest. It wildly shakes its mane…
It’s in other things I find my rest, where warmth fills frigid places. There the sun streams soundly in delicate, frosty window pane; and filters across the written Word which thaws the cold,cold heart. It is He who brings about new earth!
P. Wolf, poet & author of Jemi’s Noble Quest
“ Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth; for the first heaven and the first earth passed away, and there is no longer any sea.”
“The fog hugged the earth as morning vapor intensified the salty air. Jemi breathed in the scent. She could not move as she took in the moment”
Jemi’s Noble Quest
In the first chapter of “ Jemi’s Noble Quest”, her adventurous spirit is revealed in activities of her daily life.
She looked across The Great Sea searching the horizon for Leviathan, a monstrous beast with terrible teeth, scales tightly sealed, sparks of fire shooting forth from his mouth and neck of immense strength.
Jemi’s Noble Quest
Description from the Bible is clear on this creature. It was very much like what we know as a dragon. However, it’s habitat was the sea.
The powerful hips of Behemoth and his bulky tail, like a vast cedar, brought mystery to her somewhat dull life in Dor. These creatures were seldom talked about in her little fishing village; for the people had forgotten the legends of these immense creatures.
Jemi’s Noble Quest
Some believe Behemoth was a type of elephant and ours believe it was a hippopotamus. More than likely, it was a beast like none we’ve ever known.
“Can you draw out Leviathan with a hook, or snare his tongue with a line which you lower?” Job 41:1
Echoing past each drop upon my rusty, tin roof the scent of spring rain;
quiet honey bee, no longer hears the sound buried in the dirt;
as wild roses bloom their fragile petals fall; on the soggy earth.
P. Wolf, poet & authorof Jemi’s Noble Quest; available on Amazon
Last year, 40% of honey–bee colonies in the US died.
Bee hives cannot sustain themselves without worker bees and would eventually die. This combination of events resulting in the loss of a bee colony has been called Colony Collapse Disorder.
Scientists point to several causes behind the problem, including global warming, habitat loss, parasites and a class of bee–killing insecticides known as neonicotinoids (or neonics)
WorkerBees: these are all female and their roles are to forage for food (pollen and nectar from flowers), build and protect the hive, clean and circulate air by beating their wings. Workers are the only bees most people ever see flying around outside the hive.