Sitting on the Fence

Note: If we examine the kindness God has revealed to us we can learn a lot. God, through His Son Jesus Christ’s sacrifice, is our example of supreme kindness. Often we are willing to comfort during crisis, but should it not be a continual effort?

Too often the holiday season brings stress. It’s not only the hectic pace, but unresolved problems in our relationships which cause frustration.

“ And be kind to one another, tender hearted, forgiving one another, even as God in Christ forgave you.”

Ephesians 5:32

Let’s face it, it’s been a tough year for anyone on planet Earth. Please consider resolving differences, finding forgiveness and showing kindness to your loved ones.

Weathered wooden cross

Scarlet was His blood…

His sacrifice sets us free!

Indian Summer

Dusk settles as dust across earthen land,

as warmth seeps slowing from woodland

stretched before me like a downed comforter.

Come warmth, come and slip between

leaf’s edges, slide down empty limbs as

luminous sun grins across the autumn sky.

Indian Summer charms man’s inner soul,

tricks the body’s brisk well being;

but the mind knows this is November!

Breathe in the last of lingering warmth;

let it radiate, resonate, regurgitate before

the killing frost returns to blanket the earth.

“Lyric night of the lingering Indian summer, Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing. Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects, Ceaseless, insistent. The grasshopper’s horn, and far off, high in the maples The wheel of a locust slowly grinding the silence, Under a moon waning and worn and broken, Tired with summer.” -Sarah Teasdale

Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) was an American Poet

The perfect weather of Indian summer lengthened and lingered, warm sunny days were followed by brisk nights with Halloween a presentiment in the air.” -Wallace Stegner

Wallace Stegner (1909 –1993) was an American novelist and historian

An Indian summer is a period of unseasonably warm, dry weather that sometimes occurs in autumn in temperate regions of the northern hemisphere September to November.

This year it has come rather late in Wisconsin. Most of the trees have shed their leaves, we have endured freezing temperatures and seen a dusting of snow.

October’s Final Dance

For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from him.

Psalm 62:5

My soul is still
as late October’s
moon glows above

fingered bare branches.
My heart is chilled,
as Autumn clings

tightly to daylight.
My mind wanders
as darken cornfields

laden with shadows
twist, trembling their
fibrous dried stalks.

Leaves are pooled,
patched, puddled on
earthen ground.

Morning frost kisses
blades of grass, which
convert to brown.

Yet, hope comes from
chattering oaks dancing
in November’s sun.

My soul is still…

P. Wolf; author & poet

October’s Final Dance

My soul is still

as late October’s

sun glows above

fingered bare branches.

My heart is chilled

as Autumn clings

tightly to daylight.

My mind wanders…

as darken cornfields

twist, trembling their

fibrous dried stalks.

Yet, happiness comes

from chattering oaks

dancing in November.

“Let them praise His name with the dance;

Let them sing praises to Him with the timbrel and harp.”

Psalm 149:3

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