Dues We Pay

Today will not lay down
Before you,
It is a gamble –
Turning cards, rolling dice;
There is a cost, a sacrifice…
You may have paid yesterday,
Or the price can come due tomorrow –
But whatever it is, anything you do,
The bill will be in the box demanding
Your hours spent making currency
Of your life, who you have become
Who you will grow further to be.
Smile,
Yes, smile,
Let go the doubt that troubles,
Even as you are, others too must be,
All are transcribing signals –
Determining how to be happy in
The constraints of our humanity.
As you stand before your mirror
Bless the image you see,
Recognize you belong,
A part of everything:
Snow-melt off the mountains,
Sunlight baking asphalt,
Electricity coursing through the wires,
Dogs barking erratically,
Grass growing until mown –
You are past, present, and futurity.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Life Applied

Doubt drives, boring a hole, through
The midst of dedicated lives searching
For fortunate answers, viable ideas,
Told in the harmony of truths,
Caught fast in the discord of loss.
We can open ourselves –
Gift one another with reality
Wash deception away with positivity
Discover the best of who we are –
Building value into each heart, soul.
Dancing as we are joyful,
Hugging when we need support,
Facing our dragons together,
Rising like Phoenixes from the ashes
Where nearly slain, we conquered pain.
No weapons fatal required, but reason,
Wisdom studied, prepared, applied,
Freely shared to light a path through
Spaces inhabited by shades of darkness
Securing the light of generosity, kindness,
Love to every area, corner, portion,
All quarters where precious humanity
In gorgeous beauty survives on Earth.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Doggy Discourses

I talk to my dogs
As if they give good advice,
But somehow it seems
Answers always spring live from
Inside me, friends, or technology.
My dogs provide such
Diversion of my division
I can almost decide
They are oracles sent with
Unique provision and blessing.
A cover story
For crazed habits of talk,
Talking to myself, answering,
Sometimes I need virtuoso advice,
Dogs, mine, ink in the blanks.
Living all alone,
By myself, on my lonesome own,
My dogs remind me
Of care when I would hideaway
Disengage, abandon society.
Tribble and Wookie, with clarity
Encourage me to explore
Beyond space, outside our front door;
They maybe understand
I have become a shadow cast present
From the glories of the discontinued past,
But my girls are entirely unwilling
To give me up, let me fade, they love me,
As well as doggy beings, hearts, minds may,
It helps me keep going every day.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Purposefully

Where the dream falls apart
And our pieces are gathered
Though there be stormy weather
One finds what is hidden – matters –
In the days, events, times given,
A beauty of souls, phenomenal part.
Here to premiere such talent,
Extremely important, past, now,
The time we are sore prepared to welcome
But must live, learning to steer the craft,
Leaning so the raft not capsize
Plunging us to be molested by the waves
Uncaring influence, with due diligence
We enter the depths altogether surrounded.
There exists no up, no down, and prayer,
We cry, hoping we find grace in
A timely, beneficial reply – though –
In a heartache, we wonder if in wandering,
We each turned too far aside, too insensitive,
For the Lord in His mercy to arrive,
Make His presence known for one,
Alone, if it matters, this life to abide.
How we must each together
Summon the gumption to recall –
One is never only, all creation,
Every population supports who
We trust ourselves to be,
We must learn the lesson, LOVE,
Is greater than individuality –
The Fruit of God – purposefully.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Interval

We sit a space apart,
My attention on our hearts,
Do you feel the beat?
The substance clear – all the heat –
Rising like spiraling sparks above us.
No more precautions, exemptions,
Drawing closer until we
Have optimum touch,
Inhibitions dispensed to
Join LOVE becoming more real.
All awakened by hands –
Busying with bodies, complete
In one another founded
Such passion, a volcano –
Us – exploring exploding.
We, a cacophony,
Destroying rigid borders
A roaring tempestuous inferno
Invested, withdrawing, created
To distribute multitudinous happiness.
LOVE blazes, flames rising higher
Depositing blessing in the wake,
Engrossing desire, passion, and LOVE.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan