Fear Abates

When we are worried
About our friends and family
We find ourselves clinging
To the source of peace, tranquility,
The mighty Lord Jesus Christ
Who only and forever sets
The captives free and protects
The lives of all humanity.
When trouble rages
Sickness invades, defeats us,
Strife causes us to quake in fear,
The losses bring on many tears,
When the world seems to
Run in circles, gone amok,
We call to Heaven in our prayers
We find the Savior always there
Ready to help us in our need
He fills us with LOVE and
We receive gifts to help us
Overcome each adversity.
 
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan – 2020
2020.05.30 Red Flowers

Canine Verbs

I know the dog has
No words,
But the Wookie talks.
When I got back up at three
After sitting reading in bed,
She frowned at me, those
Brows knitting, thunderclouds.
When I began working the trash
Her tail tucked tight to her belly,
Her eyes wept, and she dropped
Her regal head down low;
See, she has a terror of trash bags,
When I snap one to open
She hides.
I do not know the reason why,
But she is a rescue so
Whatever might be,
I try to make clear that bags are safe,
But I am not sure she sees
Even humans taking that space.
She has settled now
Under the table at my feet,
Wookie and Tribble love
Times I sit down because
They can nestle close with me.
I think them extraordinary dogs
To adapt to someone like myself,
My canines bring such happiness
In their being, doing, living.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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Seen

The iridescent filaments
Are a shimmering visual
Glowing
White buttercream icing, web
Thin, among the spaces not
Occupied
By the sentinel maples, oaks,
Pines, of these woods which
In
Daylight are comfortingly
Familiar, but in twilight and
Full dark
Are a touch disquieting,
A shiver with something of
That Otherworld where
Fairies
Dance on pinheads, toadstools,
Friendly dogs can be transformed
Into creatures causing cold blood
Cruddling fear
Making staying in the circle
Of light seem the only logical
Course open to guarantee survival.
Yet, even so, the iridescent
Structures,
Fancy buildings encourage the rise
Of hair along the nape and
Fervent prayer to be safe
From the predations of the
Fairy King.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

A previous prompt in the Facebook Group, Prompted Positive Poetry was, “Iridescent.” I have wanted to write about the weird woods. My son, Alex, told me I should grow up and quit my fear of the dark. I am unsure of that possibility. Reading less in the horror genre might help, but Nah, that will not happen.