The Flag

I’ve seen it tattered in the rain,
tossed aside in burning bin,
planted atop a battered battle hill;
laid deep within the frigid moon
where man cannot miss-handle.

It’s changed in stripes and stars,
as long decades come and go.
Recently, it has emerged to honor
men and women: police, firefighters 
and the hearts of brave soldiers.

I’ve seen it bellow in the breeze
across a cerulean blue sky, flapping
with the strength of eagle’s wings.
But the most intimate place I’ve seen
it, was laid atop my father’s casket.


Monday: Life

Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”

Matthew 19:14

Life doesn’t just happen. 

When an artist plans a project much thought and action goes into the process. Inspiration is needed and tools are gathered. Finally, a masterpiece is birthed.

The artist is complete in sharing their expression. 

Decades have slowly faded by, as the tools of prayer have been exercised on an issue to save precious life. Planning and prayer have fallen from the lips of the saints. Tears have welled up in the eyes of those who long for justice for the innocents. Though often times this sensitive issue has seemed to come to a stand-still. It is now, that God has exercised His power over the value of life.

What joy has filled the hearts of those whose prayers have been answered to protect life itself. May all learn to treasure this gift God has given.


He calms the storm, So that its waves are still. Then they are glad because they are quiet; so He guides them to their desired haven.

Psalm 107:29-30

Tiny streams trickle down the driveway.
Flash…lightening strikes summer sky.
Trees wave in strong building breeze;
as critters dash and shimmy for shelter.
Tender shoots bend at the splash of rain;
stooping, squatting, sagging in the wind.
Terror smashes at trembling earth while
forceful, fierce rain falls from the sky.
Rivers freely flow down rise and ridge
marking summer’s signature with rain.

Monday: Summer

Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me.

Revelations 3:20

An early summer sky stretching at sunset. The lengthiness of daylight has reached its full capacity. Spring peepers make-way for throaty bullfrogs as they serenade in baritone voices. Slick-back crickets, in their ebony tuxedos, fiddle away along grassy tuffs. Even the summer moon seems more robust as it hangs in sweltering sky. 

It’s summer.

Children drip from pool water and popsicle juice; smiling for there are no studies today. Just sun and fun drinking in memories which will linger a lifetime. Barefoot toes wiggle in the grass as giggles pour into the summer air. The easy-going summer days are well suited to a child.

Though summer vacations are fun, there’s something simple and impressive about empty days at home. A book and blanket in the backyard, building stick forts in walkways or chalking the driveway with a latest creations are all simple things to fill a summer day. Time to loaf and let the imagination stretch, like the summer sunsets, is so important. Everyone needs to learn how to occupy down time or to be comfortable in one’s aloneness.

I still remember sitting in a field, as a city girl of eight, studying the prairie flowers before me. Butterflies fluttered about sipping nectar. Ants marched by tiny pebbles with their new found treasure. Motor noises and people’s voices had vanished, though they were near, for I had entered a world of imagination where only the busy prairie was before me. Solitude can be embraced in our non-stop world.

God gives us all times to reflect. Often those times are misused with clutter of the world. To enter a time of solitude in order to let the mind rest from daily duties is a choice. 

I’ve spend less time in open prairie fields as an adult now. One of my favorite places to find solitude is in the endless adventures the Bible reveals. It’s alright to sit in the garden while busy hummingbirds fly by, holding a popsicle on a sweltering summer afternoon, paging through the Word of God. One only needs to make the time.


He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.

Psalm 94:1

Beneath the rumble of the train,
an early morn and early rain,
little old me can hear their song
drift in my window low and long.

While toes wiggle in comfy bed;
I shake my sleepy, groggy head
an oriole calls a pretty feet…
jeet-jeet, jeet-jeet, jeet-jeet.

As sleep saddles my childish eyes,
flocking birds launch their cries…
purple martins sing so sweet
hee-hee and zwrack-zweet.

When tasty bacon sizzles in a pan,
I can fly higher than any man
with sunny warblers, as they flit,
psit-psit, chek-chek, psit-psit.

Beneath the folds of endless time;
the eternal child in me does climb
on the shadow of wings so high…
forever I take pleasure in there cry!

Monday: Keeping Busy

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I will be a Father to you, And you shall be My sons and daughters, Says the Lord Almighty.

2 Corinthians 6:18

In spring the birds flutter about in a frenzy building nests, incubating eggs and serving food to their little ones. When they are able to fledge, Mom and Dad are nearby watching every failure or success.

Long summer days sometimes bring a second set of family members. During the hot weeks the nesting continues. Day-by-day the parents are caring for the little ones in some fashion. That’s the life of a bird.

Then autumn veils the hatching season. Early flight training is long gone. Now’s the time to put everything into the effort of a long migration south for the winter months. The training wheels are off. No more beak-to-beak feeding. It’s lift and go south, or be left behind.

Each of us have similar moments in our lives. Those uncertain times of not know where the next path may lead. It can be a time to have a crash course in who our real provider is, God. How much better to have known Him, for the length of days, prior to the trials we will one day face.


You will keep him in perfect peace, Whose mind is stayed on You, Because he trusts in You.

Isaiah 26:3

How sweet the blossom
which flowers in tepid days;
its scent lingers long
past sultry summer sunshine
always in my needy heart.

How sweet the petals,
as teardrops caress the bloom
brings forth newness fresh.
Overflows with life again,
budding lavishly, ample seed.

How sweet the Savior
who yielded His final breath;
sacrificed for men.
Though numerous petals fade;
God’s promises will remain.

Turtle Tots Don’t Fly

For we walk by faith, not by sight. We are confident, yes, well pleased rather to be absent from the body and to be present with the Lord.

I Corinthians 5:7-8

I walked by turtles tucked deep, 
when padding through dark wood; 
drenched in forest where I stood. 
Yet, she made not a single motion. 
“Eggs”, was my very first notion.

Alabaster shells covered with
loamy earth. Now, she needed
time to rest. Tight soil seeded
from predator in towering sky.
Do you know turtles can’t fly?

At my desk, I still can clearly see
thin shelled turtles breaking out 
of their nest, moving slowly about.
If only earthly work could be so, 
wake each morning in faith and go!

P. Wolf

Monday: Scars

But God proves His love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.

Romans 5:8

My dad told us of Pearl Harbor. He spoke of his military job of driving the ‘Brass’ around on coral lined roads. He talked of the motor cars he drove. Often, he spoke of the islands in enduring ways. About the island’s culture, wild life and other fond memories of the Hawaiian Islands in December 1941.

As time passed, I remembered his sleepless nights and waking up in terror. There were too many years of struggling with alcohol. Yet, despite these problems he provided a home and life for us. Our family grew up in a free and fertile America. None of us knew what Dad had really gone through during his military stay at Pearl Harbor.

My dad’s suffering was nothing he ever shared with anyone. Mom said he arrived a week after the bombing. Later, after his death at the ripe age of 89, we found evidence that he may have been there Sunday the seventh. We will never know.

There are different types of causalities in all wars, some died quickly while others suffer a lifetime. Each of us are in a battle. One which is between the powers of good and evil. It’s really rather simple: are you on God’s side or Satan’s?

My heart goes out to all the families who have sacrificed a loved one physically or mentally to war. But greater are my affections for the spiritual war that you may still need to win. Don’t suffer silently in sin. Let God bath you in His forgiveness and great gift of Jesus’s sacrifice.

P. Wolf