Summer’s Night Song

Sultry summer sun has set,
ablaze is the sky stretched 
across a parched horizon.

Searing, becomes midsummer’s
dreaded dreams drenched in
restless, dizzy sweat and tears.

Slowly, breathe in and out for 
the rain dances upon your roof
and steam rises, as relief arrives.

Sweltering is the summer night.
Yet, friendly fireflies light the way
toward darken paths not traveled.

Sluggish visions become clearer,
focused once again, as rain washes
unwanted confusion to bring clarity.

And afterward, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions.

Joel 2:28
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RAIN

My little patch of earth was touched
by rain from the heavens last night.
The trees signed, the ponds gurgled, dust fell from my windows; as one could see clearly Who is in control of our lives.

Rain down, you heavens, from above,

And let the skies pour down righteousness;

Let the earth open, let them bring forth salvation,

And let righteousness spring up together.

Isaiah 45:8

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
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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
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Mizzle, Drizzle Day

Leaves tremble in the slightest of breeze, like a tea cup in the hand of an old man. Mizzle, drizzle drips, drips from cloudy sky were wisp of fog swirls in a creative dance.

Spring rains bring a melancholy mood, except for the wiggly, squiggly worms who stretch high about earth to moisten their tight skin, like slathering cream on wrinkles.

Birds nestled deep, deep in fresh nests covering, hovering atop precious young; eggs intact waiting to hatch and one day fledge like all our young will also do.

What silly, willy nonsense runs through a poet’s mind on dreary, dreamy days? Lilacs know as their sweet syrupy scent drift in empty spaces; to enjoy a moment in time.

It’s been a long few weeks of Covid. I’m tired, but my brain seems to want to see the best of the things around me. I’ve written kid’s poetry in the past. This is dedicated to the young writer. 😉

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!

His Call

He calls and repeats his call,
it travels on the tepid breeze,
encircles the weary woodland,
rises up to crafty cumulus clouds,
trails passed each blade of grass
and falls into empty, murky marsh.

He waits and waits even longer,
his tune falls to silent, vacant realms
knowing her image trails in his mind,
lifts his head and rises high to listening,
he puffs his wings, encircles the land,
will travel far to find what he has lost.

As for the song bird,
he lovingly lingers long;
seeks what he has lost.

“And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.”

Romans 8:28
P. Wolf; poet & author

May Day

Perhaps, “mayday” was a warning cry for warmth after a long bitter winter years ago?
Maybe only the spring peepers really know how to cheer on an early May’s jubilant song?
Were the migration of birds dismayed as snow steadily seeped in frozen ground?

On the brighter note…

Mayflowers nodded their sleepy heads on bare branched forest floor, a sprig of hope.
Maypoles decorated in rich colored ribbon held by young children skipping in the wind
and mayflies, nymphs, gorge on fresh algae only to enjoy a few short days of spring.

May Day is more than
sun shining brighter, longer
it is a fresh start!

Immature mayflies, also known as nymphs, feed on microscopic algae and organic matter in the water. Adults don’t have functioning mouthparts, and therefore do not eat? However, this isn’t an issue since mayflies only live as mature adults for a few days.

https://www.pestworld.org/pest-guide/occasional-invaders/mayflies/

In Hawaii, May Day is also known as Lei Day, and it is normally set aside as a day to celebrate island culture in general and the culture of the native Hawaiians in particular. Invented by poet and local newspaper columnist and was celebrated on 1 May 1927 in Honolulu.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/May_Day

The maypole dance is a spring ritual long known to Western Europeans. Usually performed on May 1 (May Day), the folk custom is done around a pole garnished with flowers and ribbon to symbolize a tree. Practiced for generations in countries such as Germany and England, the maypole tradition dates back to the dances ancient people used to do around actual trees in hopes of harvesting a large crop.

https://www.learnreligions.com/history-of-the-maypole-2561629

“For lo, the winter is past,

The rain is over and gone.

The flowers appear on the earth;

The time of singing has come,

And the voice of the turtledove

Is heard in our land.

Song of Solomon 2:11-12
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Book Release

“Jacob’s Narrow Journey” is the sequel to “Jemi’s Noble Quest”. Both books are part of the I Am the Light series. It will be released later this year. If you haven’t had the time to read the first book, perhaps it can be added to you summer reading program.

Jacob’s Narrow Journey is a story of loss and hope. The story is set back two thousand years. The reader will join Jemi, Rezin and Jacob as they venture through the Jezreel and Jordan valleys. What are they searching for? That is something you’ll need to take the time to read!

Kenziah stepped toward Jemi, “You have been ready for this day since Rezin brought you out from the desert. We all thought you had died. Not Rezin he searched for you until he found you.” Kenziah fixed the veil about Jemi’s face. “You will grow in love together as long as you seek God’s wisdom. Your bridegroom has arrived. It’s time…”

chapter one

So much death had filled the streets of Dor. Many large graves were dug to bury the dead bodies which were stacked atop each other. There were no processions, no wailers or doleful music being played. The stench of rotting corpse filed the air which once had been perfumed with delicious spices.

chapter four

Jacob looked out at the storm and then glanced at Abigail. He saw panic in her eyes. Though he dreaded their present state, something inside emerged. A peace washed over him. Then a great desire surfaced to shield her from the roaring wind and scattering sands. A tinge of guilt settled in his heart. He had been nasty to her these past few weeks. Jacob’s crude behavior had built a wall between them and his parents. Just as he was about to offer her shelter, Abigail moved closer to Rezin and Jemi. His father gathered her next to his mother and secured his strong arms around both of them. Jacob sat alone. The spark of resentment which had almost been defused flared up into a raging storm of its own.

chapter seven
Jemi’s Noble Quest is available on Amazon P. Wolf; poet & author