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

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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.

About a 50% savings on Amazon (regular $9.99, sale $4.99)

Comments from my readers:

Well written

It kept my interest

I can’t wait for the sequel

For ages 13 and up

It’s a really good book

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


There’s a bit of a hush which settles in the corners and cracks of my house the days before Christmas. With the evening sky painted in tone of vibrant colors, the lingering smells of sweet spices and the sound of old carols I settle in for a long winter’s solstice. I really don’t recognize if days a lengthy or if time has stood still, since settling shadows play tricks near my hearth.

It’s the time of the year the world seems to love longer and give more. Even in the excitement of the Christmas season there is a quiet in my soul. A whisper at first draws my attention. Whether it’s a memory or a new treasure from the Word of God, I know not which catches my attention first.

Messiah has come… that is what the angel’s said on a quiet, still night not so different than tonight. I want to run like the shepherds did to see this great thing. I long to a announce, rejoice and fall to my knees in reverence to the King. Whisper of Messiah linger in this season. They touch the hearts of mankind as He has come to find the lost and save the sinner.

Wishing all a blessed Christmas…

“For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be the sign to you: You will find a Babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger.” Luke 2:11-12

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.


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.


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.


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

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.

October’s Final Dance

For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from him.

Psalm 62:5

My soul is still
as late October’s
moon glows above

fingered bare branches.
My heart is chilled,
as Autumn clings

tightly to daylight.
My mind wanders
as darken cornfields

laden with shadows
twist, trembling their
fibrous dried stalks.

Leaves are pooled,
patched, puddled on
earthen ground.

Morning frost kisses
blades of grass, which
convert to brown.

Yet, hope comes from
chattering oaks dancing
in November’s sun.

My soul is still…

P. Wolf; author & poet

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

Storms of Leaves

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!

I would fly away and be at rest.

Indeed, I would wander far off,

And remain in the wilderness.

I would hasten my escape

From the windy storm and tempest.”

Psalms 56:6-8


War affects the young and old alike.

It was a dreary December evening
and I was eight, a kindhearted age.
Enthusiasm bubbled up inside
my joyful heart which beat wildly
hearing her thick, rich operatic voice.

Life was unhurried back then
one could dawdle during most days.
Unfortunately, people were the same
filled with strife and bitterness of heart.
I was eight, I did not understand.

Within a few days I matured quickly.
As applause filled the rotund room
icy sleet dropped from dim sky.
Yet whispers brought a dissimilar gloom;
supper was served in her dank room.

I don’t recall much of the ride home,
her voice rich with passion lingered.
She gave a message, a mournful plea
which had been sung for centuries.
Later, I heard metal crashing, ripping

down icy country road in December.
We whirled in darkness of frozen night,
turned a somersault in mid-air,
flipped off vacant road; while music
madly mingling with clanging metal.

I don’t remember much, I was eight
when bombs dropped at dawn days
later. Tears fell, languishing with fervor
over the loss of life and loved ones.
Just a child, I was confused with events.

Mine were simple childhood struggles,
others were grave racial tragedies,
and the world… agonizing over war!
In a matter of days, at eight, I matured
what seemed a lifetime yearning for music.

Nearly eighty years have come and gone,
souls of people are more digressed
as children are snatched from homes,
black and white use murderous threats
and wars dismantle society and nations.

I was a child in 1941 as the world changed!

“But let all those rejoice who put their trust in You; let them ever shout for joy, because You defend them; let those also who love Your name be joyful in You. For You, O Lord, will bless the righteous; with favor You will surround him as with a shield. Psalms 5:10-12

“When black contralto Marian Anderson performed in Appleton in 1941 she was not allowed to eat dinner in the dining room of the Conway Hotel.”

Post-Crescent Media

“Early in 1941 it also became clear that production of passenger cars would need to be cut to save materials for defense purposes. As far as cars were concerned, WWII shut down the industry.”

“Pearl Harbor is a U.S. naval base near Honolulu, Hawaii, that was the scene of a devastating surprise attack by Japanese forces on December 7, 1941.”

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
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!