This week, I’d like you to be inspired by the myriad places a bird calls “home.” As always, this can be interpreted many ways: birdhouses, nests, birdcages, and trees could all apply – and you may take this theme anywhere else your imagination roams! If you can explain the connection
Winter Birdhouse
My Narnia World
It’s been snowing in Wisconsin on and off all week, but since this morning we’ve gotten about 8 inches with another 5-6 inches! In light of our snow day I was inspired to add a bit of winter to my project.
Today at d’Verse, Dora shared with us the angst some poets experience when looking at the blank page. She asked us to write our poem using an animal metaphor for how words are expressed on a blank page. I chose the wren.
I liked her quote from Annie Proulx which said:
“You should write because you love the shape of stories and sentences and the creation of different words on a page.”
“I waited patiently for the LORD; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry.” Psalm 40:1
There are so many things in our daily lives which are difficult to wait for. Talk to God today and let Him know what is bothering you. God hears the prayers of those who love Him.
“You shall love the LORD your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your strength.” Deuteronomy 6:5
What do you love? Can God be included in the things you love?
Is what makes you who you are, the part that will be left after the body decays, focused on growing spiritual? Can you read just one verse from the Bible a day and think about what God is saying?
Are you weary? Do you know what foods nourish your body? Do you take care of the flesh God has given to you? Try taking a walk and talk with God.
Just one day to get to love God better💕
“Evening and morning and at noon I will pray, and cry aloud, And He shall hear my voice.” Psalm 55:17
Winter’s Song
Down dark dewing lane, as December settles like the down of a thistle, a misty moon lurks low playing shadow games on latticed bare branches.
A whisper of winter’s snows stirs in stranger places far from my path. In inky starlit, twinkling night; a distant muffled cry calls barely audible.
I stop, pull my knit hat atop my head upwards listening to night sounds; waiting for what I image, hoping there’s no foolery about this tepid evening.
Minutes melt to seconds and then; a return uttered hoot crisp, clear, cutting and now closer to my waiting ears, I smile.
It’s a true love song of two Great Horned Owls longing to mate high in the tallest pine; soon pale and plain eggs will huddle in frothy feathers.
P. Wolf
“The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.”
Song of Solomon 2:8
A brown barn stands still, as ancient, yearning years pass; in wild winter woods.
P. Wolf
A Flickering Flame
Wood smoke lingers in frigid air, it kindles the senses, warms my soul strolling chilled country road fare.
Chickadees softly huddled in trees; warming themself as wisps of clouds vail winter morn’s bitter breeze.
Yet, I ponder days so long gone of many misty memories made from rising eternal, early dawns.
Did warm bonfires flicker and fill; smoke stirring the senses of Magi who wearily traveled down hills?
Did blazing fires dance long, as Shepherds kept a watch before angelic being’s song?
Did kindled fires fill crowded streets of Bethlehem that night before the world could bow;
to new born King in manger bed who humbled Himself that day, as the ancient prophecies said.
I ponder that first Christmas day did they know a babe would be… the Savior who slept in holy hay?
Still… smoke seeps in frigid air, stirs the senses, warms my soul; as I saunter slowly in prayer.
P. Wolf
“For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be the sign to you: You will find a Babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger.” Luke 2:11
Patti Wolf 