The Music Found Me Words

“Creatives are fit and strong,”
I read somewhere in time.
I tried to test the statement out,
But I am uncertain I know
Or understand its meaning.
There are days I can
Hardly place my feet upon
The floor without crying out,
Days I search my mind for words
Finding nothing I can score.
So I rummage round, find myself
A smile, try it on for a little while,
Often, I fall into a bout of tears
Because of missing others
Who once blessed my years.
Days trot on and hours pass
Galloping by, I must eat the pain
Going dancing forward to a tune,
Hold on, keep moving, do not
Walk away from what tests you.
This is only a temporary trial
God assures it will surely pass
I can hold on by His grace
Another moment, soon enough
He brings me through it.
All endured fades into the past,
Tomorrow holds brilliant dreams
Scintillating possibilities abound
With the triumphant rising of the sun
A chance to influence eternity.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Snippets

My adventures of being unable to get on the internet by computer continue. Not a good island to be marooned upon. Thank God the tablet hooks up.

The dark, bright windows
Tell the tale in just one look,
Eyes of loving soul.


I put away fear
To meet you out here, nothing
Seems a certainty,
But that you have taken hold
Of the beating heart of me.
I run and away
From much calling me, “Come close!”
I cannot escape
How you have captivated
And claimed all my attention.


I listen for it
One small word among many
Which might change my life,
But your lips are entertained
With other occupations.


I manage myself
At times, others I am storm clouds
Above roaring waves
Without option of calm, I
Become raging tempest.


Where there is hardship
God is always near to share
His kindness and strength,
He loves us unconditionally;
We survive through His support.


© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Unsettled

When we do not belong
When our hearts cannot find a song
When all the pieces
Are out of line, far from place
We still occupy optimum space;
If we remember
If we observe what surrounds us,
If we diligently continue
We know God is always near,
Jesus also suffered while here.
We are called upon
To be lights, inspiration,
To lend beating hearts
To the cause of Salvation
So all may come to Jesus.

Our battles may be
Many and we wish to be free
Yet we are fully loved
Wholly blessed in every moment
By God who fortifies our lives.
How we carrty on
How we stand firm, dedicated,
The Blessed Savior
Takes our hearts, sets us apart,
A generation in Christ’s hope
We become His messengers
Carrying God’s miraculous story
Into all the stormy places
Where He changes people, lives.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

OverFlow

Some do not understand
Why we turn and walk away
Never
Knowing our fragile hearts
How they beat another rhythm
When we give ourselves today,
How the tears are
Ripples
From the fountains feeding
Who we try to be while
Feeling incomplete vessels
Sampled forms deserted for
Others
With greater prospects, appeal,
Turned with haste into examples
Of what may have been, through
Greater effort within potential.

The light finds each flaw
Magnifies the cracks, spaces,
Where
There is still a chance
To advance, to be adorned
With the singular lovelinesses
Admitting sudden fascinations
Displacing consternations.
All
In all, it is in God’s hands
Who may bless possible plans
Or sudden, place us on
Another path
With probabilities grander
Than anything previously
Understood
By who we could become.

© Jo Ann J. A.. Jordan

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Why Create?

There is a point reached
Time
And time once again
When the gift becomes
Almost
An aching burden for freedom
Because there is a wonder
Why
The labor which cannot be
Deserted has nothing more to
Recommend
It continue to the wandering
Mind that wishes to whet its
Purpose
In a pool of sensations better
Suited to its voracious appetite
But
Realizes its sentence is born
In the flash of creativity
Without
Any more reason than words
Exist and hungry call for writing.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan