Wings & Things

For I acknowledge my transgressions and my sin is ever before me.

Psalm 51:3

On pavement clings
sweet butterfly wings;
broken bitter things.


Cold slowly shuffles in
withered leaves a brim
as sunny piles grow dim;


hence no where to fly.
Tears of joy to cry;
sacrificed Lamb to die.


P. Wolf; author & poet

Season of Grace

Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need.

Hebrew 4:15

They change before my eyes:
translucent, transparent telling 
of coming changes chanting 
their farewells across the sky.

If trees could talk what would 
be said of their transformation?
Would willows weep or birches 
balk as their leaves are wisp away?

Maples seem to chatter in wind;
while oaks remain stately and only
rumble, rattle, roar as autumn exits 
clinging to their crisp leaves till spring.

My life could be as those sturdy oaks
torn by stormy winds on darken days,
as seasons change by hand of God I
choose to cling to Him until spring again!

P. Wolf; author of the children’s series Alexis Ann’s Amazing Adventures

Monday: A Loss for Words

Working together with him, then, we appeal to you not to receive the grace of God in vain. For he says, ‘In an acceptable time I have heard you. And in the day of salvation I have helped you.’ Behold, now is the accepted time; behold now is the day of salvation.

I Corinthians 6:1-2

Yesterday, I was reminded how quickly life can change. At seven in the morning I was walking my dog. It was a clear morning. Mourning doves cheered me on as they sang. There was a bit of a breeze. It was going to be a rather warm September Saturday. It was peaceful.

I met up with a neighbor. We talked about our dogs as we walked pass the house which had just sold. The man there had committed suicide in April. His mother and wife’s lives changed forever. Last week, they started new journeys in different places without the man they both loved.

We continued walking and talking about trivial things. It was then she mentioned Hartford Culver’s was on fire. As we walked, the lives a many people were being changed forever. The owners, employees and customers were not going to Culver’s today. Sports events, birthdays or anniversaries would not be celebrated at many customers favorite restaurant. It all happened in an instant of time.

Today is the day to live out your faith, for there is no promise of tomorrow.

P. Wolf; author of the “I Am the Light” series, available on Amazon

Monday’s Fruit

But now Christ is risen from. the dead, and has become the first fruits of those who have fallen asleep.” I Corinthians 15:20

Almost everywhere I look fruit is ripening in gardens. Even on Sunday mornings, when I arrive at church, bundles of produce wait patiently for eager hands to take them home. 

As fall ushers in, there is a bounty before us. But it is not only the physical world that offers such riches.

In the Old Testament the first fruits were those which sprung from the ground first. They were often gathered and offered to God. It was a type of peace offering from man.

A beautiful picture is created when we study the offering Jesus gave, Himself. First the bitterness of death and then the sweetness of being risen from death. Why? He was a representation of what was to come for those who would accept His great sacrifice. It was for each individual who would repent, believe and follow Jesus to an eternity with Him.

What does that mean on a Monday morning for those who follow Jesus?

The Holy Spirit was given to the believer to help equip those who follow Jesus. The fruits of the Holy Spirit are love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. This is how we can start Monday mornings.

Ripe fruit is everywhere. Share a little with those around you!

Patti Wolf author of the “I Am the Light” series

Of the Earth

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“He who gathers in summer is a wise son,
but he who sleeps during harvest is a disgraceful son”, to whom bounty passes quickly.

Summer finds its end when the sun sinks in western skies, and the shadows grow dark in bustling forests filled with frantic scavengers.

Sleep when winter winds bring frigid fields; long emptied of their harvest fruits and now vacant tundras waiting for the hungry Hawk.

Work when the labor is at hand and store for thinner days, so old harvest may carry one through until a new bounty reaches time of reaping.

For “he who gathers in summer is a wise son”, ready to glean wisdom from the Maker of the rich, ripe fruit of the earth.

He who gathers in summer is a wise son, but he who sleeps during harvest is a disgraceful son.

Proverb 10:5, from the Bible
P. Wolf, author linking to proverbial poetry at:

Seasoned Fruit

And let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.

Galatians 6:9

Pea ponds dangled in early summer breeze, as their late fruit bulge in green jackets waiting to emerge from their resting cove.
People wander through life in hopes of achieving; while nurturing good grows stale.

Seedy raspberries, filled with sweet summer juice hang from brittle, dried, thorny canes;
will soon plop to the earth if not picked.
Sin runs through the veins of people waiting
to sow destruction and bring forth evil fruit.

Green tomatoes wait patiently to ripen; long for the thunder storm in which their tantalizing, tender, taste emerges forth.
Grace gives hope in dark places and bares a quality of fruit in which to satisfy a man’s soul.

One can follow the Light and do good, or wallow in darkness snuffing out seasoned fruit to bring love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness and self-control. What will be gathered in the basket a man carries?

P. Wolf, author linking to


The call is long and lonesome, as he circles in rounds of rigorous flight. I squint to see his form drift on mild currents; a shadow searching for prey, predictor or partner?

Power emerges from his pristine wings, talons sharp and curved to cuddle prey, aquiline nose -hooked beak- for tearing flesh or perhaps, tenderly feeding young, needy chicks?

Robust red-tailed hawk, you’re fond to the falconer. Easily trained at youth, more common of the species and capable to be coached a hunter; you prefer the open skies.

Defend your territory, screech in full flight and announce to the invader they need go elsewhere. A mouse for a meal or a mate perched atop the trees is not to be taken.

Dwelling is no easy thing, as trust rings loud and clear. Our Defender is not the gracious hawk soaring on air currents, but He who made bird, wind and the man who sees.

“He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in Him I will trust.”

Psalm 91:1-2

The Lion

What Lion’s mane can shake the earth
or fill the air with an enormity of fear?

Whose roar ricochet past barren plain
and circles slowly back to all the earth?

When is man just a man while beast
or brawn buries burdened paws in dirt?

Where is the One, King of Kings, who rules
and He is Maker of both man and beast?

He sits upon His white throne and feeds
the mighty lion and the humble lamb!

You make darkness, and it is night, In which all the beasts of the forest creep about. The young lions roar after their prey, And seek their food from God.”

Psalms 104:20-21
Writing poetry at: earthweal weekly challenge: White Lions

Shine on Me

Sun, mischievous child

plays hide and seek beneath clouds;

on slanted slate sky,

wintertide weather’s barrage

upsets one’s visage… come shine!

“The tanka is a thirty-one-syllable poem, traditionally written in a single unbroken line. A form of waka, Japanese song or verse, tanka translates as “short song,” and is better known in its five-line, 5/7/5/7/7 syllable count form.”

“Seasonal affective disorder (SAD) is a type of depression that’s related to changes in seasons — SAD begins and ends at about the same times every year. If you’re like most people with SAD, your symptoms start in the fall and continue into the winter months, sapping your energy and making you feel moody. Less often, SAD causes depression in the spring or early summer.”

Mayo Clinic

“A quick look at the medical literature reveals that it is still unclear what causes SAD, but most experts believe it might be caused by a drop in serotonin, a brain chemical affecting mood. Reduced sun exposure can cause a drop in serotonin that might trigger depression. The change in seasons can also disrupt the balance of the natural hormone, melatonin, which hormone plays a role in sleep patterns and mood.”

Pharmacy Times

SAD = Smile And Dance

I first encountered SAD four decades ago. The first twenty years I changed light bulbs and dealt with the condition. As time has passed, there has become more of an awareness of the “lack of sun” syndrome. Along with the awareness, there are countless ways to handle the challenge.

I would assume it can be different for everyone, the effects of SAD or how to handle the situation.

About a decade ago, I started spending more time outside during our limited winter, sunny days in Wisconsin. Next, I added supplements to my diet to help increase a balance in hormones. I also purchased a dry sauna. This added light therapy and warmth. Like 130 degrees of heat on subzero days. All of this has been helpful.

Is SAD real? It’s as real as PMS, which in my early years I was told was none existent, and now it has been accepted. What else can one do in dealing with SAD? Smile and dance (SAD) knowing spring will come again!

“From the rising of the sun unto the going down of the same the LORD’S name is to be praised.”