Breaking Blocks

I cannot do it –
No writing today, no way,
There is emptiness
Where words usually stay,
I am a void, avoided.

The blockage, or drain,
Ruins my fingers, my brain,
Mushy like rubish
Heaped up, creation abstains,
Poetry, write it, insane.

Push the envelope,
Cover the paper, pages,
Somehow, I will, must,
Even if writing about
Stoppage is all I am able.

The gift fallible,
The commitment unstable,
Still the only way
To reach the long distant goal,
Be faithful to purpose, will.

As a prompt, if you are blocked or just need a subject, create something about being unable to work. It always seems to work for me.

I Have Something To Say

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,
Happiness ensues;
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.

The Cross

Sometimes even writers are inarticulate; when overcome by awe, grief, excitement, words can fail us. Such circumstance is not the best to beset a wordsmith, for merely by the name, expert use of words is proclaimed.

I struggle with discovering a way to explain Faith, Love, the meaning Jesus has to me.

The reason why I wear a Cross:

Some people criticize the Cross as a symbol of Christianity, but the cross I wear stands for the sacrifice Christ made when he bled and died that sinners could be clean of all iniquity. He multiplied a pardon from eternal separation and death’s penalty to all who in Him choose to believe. The Lamb of God, the Sinless One, gave His life upon a cruel Cross for our Salvation, Freedom, the Victory we share. Jesus rose, the Resurrected Life, He Lives, as can we if we follow Him.

Yes, the Cross is lowly, a cruel and perverted instrument of torture and death, but what matchless Love my Savior showed to place Himself upon that Cross hanging between Heaven and Earth, Eternity, and destruction. He through His Life, Death, and Resurrection became the Bridge humanity may cross to enter eternal life. So, the Cross; became sacred, anointed with His holy blood. The Atonement was provided; humanity has a gift so precious and priceless that even Heaven wept when it was brought. Upon accepting the gift of Salvation, believing in Jesus, we become part of God’s Family.

I wear a cross; there is meaning enough for me.

Wookie

Sometimes this Wookie is a hard dog to handle, but there is this fact, you see: the Wookie is a beast wholly dedicated to me. If I cry, as sometimes I do, the Wookie will kiss my tears away and cuddle with me. Now, that is a bit a challenge because Wookie is not small, no-sir-ee. Wookie is a beauty, at least to me. She stole my heart, to my pain, but I am glad she is my adoptee. A majestic canine is my Wookie. Love lives with Me and Wookie.

Forward and Toward

As the moments, hours, days, pass
The world we know makes changes
Sometimes for the better, others not,
We cannot choose its path nor way.
But,
We are here, and our influence may
Be felt in our day to day, the smiles,
We share, the times we care,
The seeds we sow, the flowers grown.
Nothing
Done is done alone, connected is all
Universally, the steps we take
The deeds we dare, everyone has
A share in God’s magnificent tapestry.
When
Fear dogs our steps we need only
Look around to see that there is
Meaning in everything and even we
Have some effect on the eventualities.
Love
Is… and exists to show us, the world,
All things, what treasure we are and
How the Lord’s goodness is spread
Full and free in creation through
Creativity
He has placed in every part,
Dear to Him and near His heart
Our lives precious beloved,
Chosen each, every single one.