Faded Roses

The flowers began as a wistful dream of a bountiful harvest, but once cut from the bushes and placed within a vase, they began to fade and crumble—a falling off begun because the blooms were separated from their source.

Nothing living can long survive without nurture. So much depends on tender care. In this life with its challenges, desperation, distractions, doubts, fears, being connected to a network of people who love us is essential.

In this time of isolation, we must find realistic ways to rally our spirits in whatever togetherness we can devise. We need safety zones to engage in conversation without masks and where we can give hugs freely.

We would be negligent to disregard the needs of those who are most vulnerable, but even they need the reassurance of beloved faces and physical touch.

It has been an exceedingly difficult year, but we can help others bloom and remind each one that even in a shadow season, the Lord is present. God will eventually clear the clouds away, and the beauty of humanity’s promise will shine as newly minted gold.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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

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

Exhaust

Three hours of sleep nightly, one cannot long abide. However, once medication changes are absorbed, there can be improvements. Even now, a few days in much has been accomplished.

I am quite tired this evening, so I am only writing a few words.When youu are trying to catch up, it is wise not to try to do everything at once. Time was invented to keep everything from happening at once. Pace yourself to protect yourself. Tomorrow, after all, is another day. Should it not arrive your plans will have little validity anyway.

I talked to a lady today with life tragedies that were overwhelming. At one point her mental state had affected her physical state to the place she was confined to a walker. Her faith in God remained steadfast, and today, she is an active and happy 70-year-old

Life may deal us blows, but we know whom we trust, and we can stand in faith against the storm.

I hope this weekend gives you reasons to rejoice. I am likely confined for a day or two. I way overdid what I have the stamina for accomplishing. You know when you set a goal, and the deadline walks in and sits right beside you. It has been that week.

I challenge you to set one small goal and work on it cosistently over an appropriate amout of time and reward yourself at the completion.

©Jo Ann J.A. Jordan.