As best I can, I will speak it clearly. You, me, everyone who is here living on this stupendously beautiful cataclysmic planet, is creative. Not just the poets, writers, musicians, artists, every single one of us is gifted, talented, with abilities that are fantastic and unique.
There is room for the expression of all our hearts, minds, and souls. By sharing, we can help prove one another whole. We must love enough to draw out the beauty, sometimes hidden in shame, to save lives that are drowning in pain.
Create, it is what you are meant for in time and space. Bake the exquisite cake, write the story no one knows, sing as if it is all that matters, play your guitar, piano, drums, dulcimer, harp, send a card – just because, build a building, design cars, set a grade so a building may stand, repair a car, give a helping hand, be an ambassador for right when everything seems wrong, share courage, raise the children – make them secure, be a light burning like a torch in a giant hand, create, because you must… also – because you can.
I cried today, thinking of those who went far too early away because they found this world too much to handle, too much sorrow, not enough play. I wished I could tell each of them how wondrous, beautiful they were, and somehow change what we cannot change.
In case no one told you, lately, you are loved. You are precious, a blessing, a beauty other beauties eclipsing. You are a gift to the Earth and its denizens, one of a kind, a purchase of grace.
When you walk into
The world trailing brilliant stars,
It is a gift you freely
Give because you choose to live.
Pen skimming over
Paper bringing life surging,
Raw, onto pages.
No one may know your exact fight, but if you reach out, you will find others care about you enough to be a resting place for your weariness. They will hold you and lift you up, resurrecting courage and sufficient strength to continue. Continue, NEVER GIVE UP!
Overall, through all, in all, every day, every way, there is LOVE, and LOVE calls us to reach for the beauty we create and give the world a reason to keep on being because we who inhabit it are the meaning.
Anyway, I tried. Maybe you, you are the one that has something to say. Do not hold it in until it fades away, let it burn bright like a comet or maybe a star. Let what you create be a blessing to someone who needs it, like breath or water, so in some painted desert, they do not succumb and be carried away.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan