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/

Wings

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

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

Barren Hills

The mood was not tranquil 

as camels journeyed barren

Earth across sands of time.

A low moan, as hooves sank

with each calculated step.

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Dull was the night’s skyline 

except for the Star afar off

making long shadows stretch

silhouettes from day’s treks,

as royalty ranted atop roof.

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Another moan… in child birth

tucked away in manage stall,

gave way to joyful moments;

the awaited Babe had come!

Bringing Light to man’s darkness.

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The Earth even now cries out in

need of hope, as fear clutches

lives of men. Yet that Light

waits for journeyed men whose

shadows still surface in the sand.

“Man is like a breath;

His days are like a passing shadow.”

Psalm 144:4
Almost a first timer at this site. Thanks to kim881 whose post encouraged me. I couldn’t pass up the prompt at https://earthweal.com/2020/12/07/earthweal-weekly-challenge-advent-for-earth/

October’s Final Dance

My soul is still

as late October’s

sun glows above

fingered bare branches.

My heart is chilled

as Autumn clings

tightly to daylight.

My mind wanders…

as darken cornfields

twist, trembling their

fibrous dried stalks.

Yet, happiness comes

from chattering oaks

dancing in November.

“Let them praise His name with the dance;

Let them sing praises to Him with the timbrel and harp.”

Psalm 149:3

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Mount Zion

I sit still…

Amidst hollow landscapes

the air breaths spring tunes,

as ancients from length of days.

I sit still…

Watching sun blushing early morn;

day passes beneath the moon settles,

as aged earth lingers and groans.

“Then the moon shall be confounded,

And the sun ashamed, when the Lord of host

Shall reign in Mount Zion, and in Jerusalem,

And before His ancients glorious.”

Isaiah 24:23