Empty Streams

There is a river whose streams shall make glad the city of God, the holy place of the tabernacle of the Most High. Psalm 46:4

Two streams amble down a nodding knoll
and cheerfully I would journey both.
A single voyager, now quite whole
and gaze downhill to the ending goal;
to where they join in an overgrowth.

Together at early dusk they flow;
as waves prepare, paddle quickly past.
A sunset surplus on water’s glow;
I’m frayed on just which way to go
unsure how lengthy the waters last.

I may guess life’s ending question ‘why’?
Deep and wide the wintry water’s swell;
somehow long years do pass me by.
With weighty relief I reveal a sigh;
both passages one may surely dwell.

P. Wolf; author & poet

Season of Grace

Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need.

Hebrew 4:15

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!

P. Wolf; author of the children’s series Alexis Ann’s Amazing Adventures

Monday’s Fruit

But now Christ is risen from. the dead, and has become the first fruits of those who have fallen asleep.” I Corinthians 15:20

Almost everywhere I look fruit is ripening in gardens. Even on Sunday mornings, when I arrive at church, bundles of produce wait patiently for eager hands to take them home. 

As fall ushers in, there is a bounty before us. But it is not only the physical world that offers such riches.

In the Old Testament the first fruits were those which sprung from the ground first. They were often gathered and offered to God. It was a type of peace offering from man.

A beautiful picture is created when we study the offering Jesus gave, Himself. First the bitterness of death and then the sweetness of being risen from death. Why? He was a representation of what was to come for those who would accept His great sacrifice. It was for each individual who would repent, believe and follow Jesus to an eternity with Him.

What does that mean on a Monday morning for those who follow Jesus?

The Holy Spirit was given to the believer to help equip those who follow Jesus. The fruits of the Holy Spirit are love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. This is how we can start Monday mornings.

Ripe fruit is everywhere. Share a little with those around you!

Patti Wolf author of the “I Am the Light” series

August Cries

As cicadas sing in swaying pines , squirrels scramble in search of winter’s stash and swallowtails soar in blue skies, August is ushered in my backyard. All is at peace as summer marches on.

It’s no wonder the days linger long, as school days are short at hand. One more vacation, one more pool day, one more picnic before; cicada, squirrel and swallowtail vanish from my landscape. “Just one more time,” cry the children as school days approach, little too soon, in a big world of fun.

Brilliant, brazen blooms;
nodding in late summer breeze
an early farewell.

P. Wolf visiting August around the world at:

https://dversepoets.com/2021/08/02/haibun-monday-8-2-21-august/

Of the Earth

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“He who gathers in summer is a wise son,
but he who sleeps during harvest is a disgraceful son”, to whom bounty passes quickly.

Summer finds its end when the sun sinks in western skies, and the shadows grow dark in bustling forests filled with frantic scavengers.

Sleep when winter winds bring frigid fields; long emptied of their harvest fruits and now vacant tundras waiting for the hungry Hawk.

Work when the labor is at hand and store for thinner days, so old harvest may carry one through until a new bounty reaches time of reaping.

For “he who gathers in summer is a wise son”, ready to glean wisdom from the Maker of the rich, ripe fruit of the earth.

He who gathers in summer is a wise son, but he who sleeps during harvest is a disgraceful son.

Proverb 10:5, from the Bible
P. Wolf, author linking to proverbial poetry at: https://dversepoets.com/2021/07/27/poetics-the-proverbial/

Seasoned Fruit

And let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.

Galatians 6:9

Pea ponds dangled in early summer breeze, as their late fruit bulge in green jackets waiting to emerge from their resting cove.
People wander through life in hopes of achieving; while nurturing good grows stale.

Seedy raspberries, filled with sweet summer juice hang from brittle, dried, thorny canes;
will soon plop to the earth if not picked.
Sin runs through the veins of people waiting
to sow destruction and bring forth evil fruit.

Green tomatoes wait patiently to ripen; long for the thunder storm in which their tantalizing, tender, taste emerges forth.
Grace gives hope in dark places and bares a quality of fruit in which to satisfy a man’s soul.

One can follow the Light and do good, or wallow in darkness snuffing out seasoned fruit to bring love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness and self-control. What will be gathered in the basket a man carries?

P. Wolf, author linking to https://earthweal.com/2021/07/26/earthweal-weekly-challenge-lammas/

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/

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
P. Wolf linking with https://earthweal.com/2021/06/20/earthweal-weekly-challenge-a-midsummer-nights-dreamtime/

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/