Trumpet Vine
I ponder long and well this vine
the state of things to come;
the religious prophecy of some.
It’s been a long decade or two,
since I tucked this vine in earth
waiting patiently for flower’s birth.
Tangerine trumpet vine easily grows,
adapts and resilient in loosen soil;
the gardener has no need to toil.
I waited long and well for its bloom,
as days faded to years then more;
my gardener hands not worn or sore.
No need, they said to primp or labor;
it’s a vine in sun or shade that thieves,
yet, my garden has seen so many lives;
void of blossoms and bird alike.
Brilliant flowers did not bloom
nor humming birds buzz their tune.
What lesson came ms to be learned
from years unfolded from the past?
I think of that great trumpet blast!
One day His great return will come.
Gathered with be the grateful elect
so glorious, and much more I suspect.
All happens in God’s appointed time.
It’s just this year my vine has bloomed.
Many little lambs are lost and doomed.
What suitable structure supports you?
Is it the influence of holy God or man?
How rich is the spiritual soil in your land?
“And He will send forth His angels with A GREAT TRUMPET BLAST, and THEY WILL GATHER TOGETHER His elect from the four winds, from one end of the sky to the other.” Matthew 24:31
Writing Updates
A Verse to Ponder
Writing for Kids
How to drawn children to Christian living in your story:
- Express thankfulness and praise God in your story
- Show forgiveness in your scenes
- Engage your characters with the Bible
- Have your characters talk about Jesus
- Characters should live some of the “Fruits of the Spirit” (love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control)
- Conflict can show a struggle with sin, but resolve it with repentance
- Implement characters from the pages of Scripture
- As a writer grown in your own relationship with Jesus
The Skimmer
You delicate skimmer dragonfly
perched boldly upon tender leaf,
as summer breeze tickles wings.
Gentle meadowhawks that soar,
then darts about cluttered prairies
where steady rings buzzing bugs.
You breed in steamy country ponds
as summer now fades to early fall,
where crickets play their soft lullaby.
Come now you northern darters,
live your life among grassy meadow
eat where succulent shoots shiver.
Your turn is now at hand to fly high,
across northern kindly skies filled
tightly with coming autumn’s bliss!
“If take the wings of the morning, And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there Your hand shall lead me, And Your right hand shall hold me.” Psalm 139:9-10
Happy September
Patti Wolf 