REALLY, Independent

An earth worm grapples in crumbly dirt. The rains gently moistens tall blades of grass, as a Robin tirelessly pecks until it finds the juicy worm. It dutifully returns to the intricately woven nest, ready to feed two frantic chicks.

On the muddy earth below, lies what is leftover of the last unhatched egg. It has been gobbled up by a greedy Blue Jay. Atop a stately tree, Hawk waits patiently peering past spring poppies swaging in evening breeze. Hawk

swiftly soars towards supper. An unexpected meal of the Blue Jay, who is still digesting the unborn robin. Before twilight ushers in darkness, a hungry Red Fox lurks through a densely wooded area. Her pups are quickly

growing, and in need of nourishment. She spots the Hawk finishing his meal. Pouncing with great stealth, she takes the prize home. As the pups enjoy their meal, a Bob Cat lurks in the forest near their den. The cycle continues…

For as we have many members in one body, but all the members do not have the same function, so we, being many, are one body in Christ, and individually members of one another

Romans 12:4-5
P. Wolf linking to: https://earthweal.com/2021/07/05/earthweal-weekly-challenge-interdependence-day/

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Nature Therapy

This bog of mine comes from a trickling brook surrounded by ‘the ancients’, tall and majestic trees of old; beyond is a local river filled with memories untold-good and some evil doings- along miles of open prairie filled with bustling, busy butterflies sipping nectar from a field of wild flowers drenched in morning dew; further and above are foot hills below the towering mountain peeks, still snow capped, they see all things; even the rough, ragging waters of the seas (many have drowned in trials and sorrows from the evil world around them); yet, knowingly, they are resilient as the waves of the sea calm, the mountains stand FIRM, the Prairie sings a lullaby, the RIVER moves on, the trees WILL continue to grow! As for my mellow, marshy bog… I will sit, still knowing there is Someone so much greater than I and linger in the wind.

“ I will love You, O Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer; My God, my strength, in whom I will trust; My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised; So shall I be saved from my enemies.” Psalm 18:1-3

P. Wolf linking to: https://earthweal.com/2021/06/28/a-prayer-for-hard-times/

The Art of Seasons

Woven one-by-one,
Spring nest ready for new birth;
rests on cracks of life.

Come, mid-summer flight,
a journey of full, frail life;
wings like stained glass.

Drama in the skies,
clouds layered, heaped, piled;
in Autumn twilight.

Bittersweet winter,
laced flakes of icy snow;
no two are alike.

To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven:

Ecclesiastes 3:1
P. Wolf linking to: https://earthweal.com/2021/05/31/earthweal-weekly-challenge-earthcraft-a-way-of-working/

The Sanctuary

The towers in my cathedral stand tall,
steady, stately as they sway; unaware of any turmoil which clenches, clutches and chokes.

Tall, trim trees adorn with ornaments grand.
Rubies of cardinals, aquamarine jays, amber breasted robins are only a few precious gems.

Gaze upward, for solitude reaches higher than thirty or forty foot pines gathered in open heavens. As one climbs higher, changes take

my solitude to higher valued traits of : love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, and self-control waiting for all.

Wind blows about hatred, sadness, war, anxiety, cruelty, evil, harshness, and anxiousness as a treacherous tossed salad unwilling served.

Where does one truly find a sanctuary?
In the world of Creation, and within the heart of a man who is willing to glorified God.

“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience , kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control. Against such there is no law. And those who are Christ’s have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit.”

Galatians 5:22-25
P. Wolf joining: https://earthweal.com/2021/05/24/sanctuary/

Waters

“The earth is the Lord’s, and all its fullness,

The world and those who dwell therein.

For He has founded it upon the seas,

And established it upon the waters.

Psalm 24:1-2

Eddies formed along a rocky river bank;
swirling in steady circles to shape winsome whirlpools whirling in flowing currents.

A few spun ever so slowly, in hopes of breaking current. Yet, their strength too weak to break the powerful flow of river waters.

Others took a different approach twirling with such enthusiasm, eroding the existing river bank and leaving destruction behind.

I studied one eddy, eluding my view. It was humble in spirit, diligent in duty, a treasure of truth working effortlessly with the river.

If I am truly established in God and firmly grounded in His Word should I not be like this eddy? Humble, diligent and walking in truth?

P. Wolf; poet & author trusting in the power of real Truth, Jesus Christ my Messiah!

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

Jemi’s Noble Quest (Kindle e-book sale)

Kindle Countdown Sale January 9 – January 16

Little is known about The Intertestamental Period, the long years between the Old Testament and New Testament, when God was quiet toward man. Four hundred years slipped by slowly and still no word from God. The Israelites continued their daily routines, often forgetting about the God who brought them out of bondage. Jemi is a young female who is living during this time. Her adventurous spirit can be overwhelming to those around her and even to herself. Jemi is hidden in the busy fishing village of Dor located along the Great Sea. Day in and day out, she keeps busy with woman’s laborious work. But Jemi yearns for more out of her life. For years during her childhood, she listened to the great stories of Job’s sorrowful but rewarding life. Jemi spends her days dreaming of ancient creatures; Behemoth with his bronze stature and Leviathan from the depths of the sea. She is ready for a journey. However, Jemi will experience things unbelievable along the way of her noble quest. During Jemi’s adventures her character qualities of strength, stamina and spirituality will emerge. The wonderful transformation could only come from a higher source, God. Time and time again, Jemi will struggle and fail. Yet in the end, her heart is drawn to the memories of an ancestor who showed fortitude in the most extreme circumstances. Come meet Jemi as she travels back in time. Weep and cry with her as she discovers her inner spiritual abilities which are available as she trusts God. Jemi’s noble quest will not easily be forgotten, as this young woman seeks the meaning to her life.

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Thank you all for your encouragement. Book two is well on its way. New readers are always welcome!

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.

Why Wolves Howl

Between a sentinel of trees, in the deepest of twilight an image lurks down moon lit path. A chill in the air ruffles thick fur. He is alone. Each step leaves paw prints in the dirt as evidence of his presence, under a dangling moon. He finds a knoll. There he sits waiting as time ticks slowly by until the moon, a blood moon, ascends to its highest point in the autumn sky.

When no one listens,
howling wolf calls to another,
as blood moon rises.

Cease listening to instruction, my son,

And you will stray from the words of knowledge.”

Proverbs 19:27
https://dversepoets.com/2020/09/28/haibun-monday-9-28-20-to-the-moon/
It is a myth that wolves howl at a full moon. They howl to communicate at anytime. It is thought people noticed their howling more during a full moon, because extra light brings people out at nighttime. We do a lot of howling in our house even on moonless nights!