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

Best Friends

When we are faced
With challenges which move us
Beyond our limits
There is a recognition
We must befriend ourselves to
Accomplish our purposes.
Sometimes this is hard,
Knowing who we are, being
Aware of all faults,
It is a difficult thing
To process but must be done.
We can accept each
Part of our being with care
And find ourselves fair
In aspect and humor by
Finding good things in
Our character, bodies, thoughts,
Giving credit for accomplishments,
Deeds done, tasks completed in
Those times when we went
Over and beyond, each of us
Is precious, worthy, valuable.
It is something to reflect upon
When we doubt, or there seems
Nothing we can do; within everyone
There are strength and ability
To be brought forth in trials,
Never Give Up, Believe In Yourself.
Overcoming is often only
A matter of patience and persistence,
We are resilient,t and we will make
The world a better place
One loving action at a time.
Becoming one of our best friends
Is a gift we should grant ourselves.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

2020/Release

It is no wonder
Life goes as it sometimes does –
Our illusions meet
Head on with reality,
But we avoid the defeat.
We lift ourselves high
Above the troubles, surround,
Every moment, light,
Keeping the shadows away –
With faith, joy, love, kind service.
We choose happiness
When we see so much go wrong,
We help where we can,
When desperation dogs us
We outstretch our souls again.
Times may be harder
Than we care to like, but there
Is hope future days
Will hold a larger share of
Grace, possibly more delight.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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I think this year has been trying for most of us. Certain days can become gloomy. I thought perhaps this would inspire.

If you need a prompt, pick something out of the ordinary you are dealing with this year and create some work around it. As always, you may use whatever media appeals to your artistic sense.

I wish you well – with great prosperity and splendid blessings.

Return

I thought there were angels!
Every polished tile floor, numbered,
Held more, patient there, watching
Over me, who had been far gone,
Someone, I think I knew, called me,
“Come back; there’s no time to leave,
Yet,” I was sent unwilling, not of my
Volition. Pain, it was all too much,
Nothing was left I wanted – touch.
Reality was a terror-filled dream,
Oh, so, awful – rigid deadly thing.

Waking, on pristine white sheets,
Hooked-up, white walls even in
The reflection of a light slice bounced,
Through the half-open windowed door,
Pulling loose, crumply legs – shaken,
Securing myself, balanced over feet.
Thousands, whispers, voices
In the air, surrounding everywhere,
Steps slow to the door, an angel
There waiting, noticing me, “Do you
Hear something?” Tones, soft, deep.
My eyes searching, not seeing as I turn,
This, that way, some trick, the sound,
“Yes, I hear speaking, yelling, but they
Are not here, present, anywhere.”
The angel with a half-smile, “It’s okay,
You’ve come back. You’ll be safe.
Settle, stay.” I thought, ‘Not an angel
After all, cause my life, more often,
Disaster loves than ordinary days.’

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I tried to write about waking up in the hospital after days; they say I nearly died or could have stayed comatose. Instead, I got a chorus, and I have learned to live somehow in and out of time.

Be You

The bravest of hearts
May lose its way along paths
Insecure, doubtful;
Love’s gifts may lift the troubled
High enough to trust, believe.

Live yourself each day,
If you somehow lost your way
During yesterday
Make today your tour de force,
Continue in taking charge.
Living this one life
Generously given you
To make an impact,
Explore your paths of purpose
Spread love, care, creatively.
Standing in limelight
May never become your fate,
But a difference can
Be made in many moments
Choosing kindness to spare, share.
You are a precious
Child of the Creator held
Eternally in blessing,
Never forget no matter
What occurs, you are valued.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan