December Newsletter Scribbling Spiritual Sand

First Snow

Birds fluff feathers against raw wind
which howls down white laden paths;
across yards of stubbled corn fields
though densely gathers pines groaning.

Deer huddle in small family packs
warming earth with robust bodies
under dollops of snow gathering
above on lifeless, creaking branches.

Squirrels tunnel deeper in cozy dens
wishing to rest the snowy day away
in earthen home intricately designed
around stacked and stored delicacies.

Children linger at closed doors
breathing frosty designs on window
waiting to pile into falling snows
aroused with endless excitement…
Of First Snow!

P. Wolf

This is a photo of a section of Turtle Creek which I walked to in between preparations of our Craft Making Weekend. It was mostly a relaxing stroll as cars whizzed by a little too fast.

“Turtle Creek is in the Lower Rock River Basin, flowing from Turtle Lake in Walworth County, Wisconsin to Rock River in South Beloit, IL. The Turtle Creek watershed’s 231 square miles are in eastern Walworth County (62%) and Rock County (38%).”

Turtle Creek is divided into three sections throughout its journey. This photo was taken near Delavan Wisconsin. In spring thousands of migratory birds stop along the Turtle Creek Wildlife Sanctuary. It’s a wonderful, but noisy experience.

“This 13-mile stretch of stream (plus Comus Lake) is buffered by more than 2,000 acres of adjacent wetlands in the nearby state-owned wildlife area.”

As each spring arrives, so do hungry birds. Their tradition is to stop at this fruitful wildlife buffet. I hope you make it a tradition to gather each Sunday with faithful believers of Jesus in churches teaching the Word of God. It’s food for the soul.

I’m so delighted in my grandkids. Their reading and stage appearance was outstanding at an Authors Event we had a few weeks ago at my local church. Proud Nana here 💕

STANDING

Standing alone
amidst greenery,
down country lane
on last of Autumn
aflame with passion.

We often stand alone
amidst the tide,
down dreary days;
last of helpless hope
flickers in the soul.

Gone are birds
in greying skies;
an emptiness in wood
have taken flight
alone once again.

We unable to fly
into better days
and brighter ways;
have to consider
our lonely plight.

The tree stands firm
wind rushes by,
rain pelts leaves;
yet, it stands
a sentinel on a hill.

Stand firm believer
wind can stir,
rain can cleanse;
yet, stand firm
be light upon a hill.

“You will not need to fight in this battle. Position yourselves, stand still and see the salvation of the Lord, who is with you, O Judah and Jerusalem!’ Do not fear or be dismayed; tomorrow go out against them, for the Lord is with you.” 2 Chronicles 20:17

(God’s promises to Judah and Jerusalem is true today for those who love Him. For whatever you go out against, look to God and be a light on that hill.)

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