Sunday’s Thoughts

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I wrote these with a fountain pen, which is not my best instrument. These are my journal pages. If you read them, you will get insight into where and what my state of mind is.

I would have scanned them into the computer, but my equipment and the program did not cooperate with me. Therefore, I did the phone as I have for the past months.

Showing journal pages is a level of openness I can do, but it is a bit uncomfortable. I have no idea how this audience will react, so it is a gamble.

How revealing can you be? Consider that a prompt.

Blessings, I hope, always find you. Jesus, lend you peace. Live, alive, and Love cause that is why we are here on Earth.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Poem and Tanka

Empty Spaces

When a life departs
A body, only remains,
An assortment of
Discarded things, relationships,
Without breath or animation.
Memory struggles, fades,
As ensuing days
Go on with whoever
Contains the treasure, hard
To guard, uneasily measured.
A longing persists
To catch a glimpse, hear a phrase,
Sweet visage, clear voice
Held dear, but lost from here.
Never, never, until some
Future, Divine Presence gives
Overdue reconciliation
Uniting those who, wander,
Later in, with kith and kin.
No need can find all,
Disembarking space and time,
Leaves suddenly adrift, behind;
What had meaning, without beholder
Begins to decay and molder.
Oh Death, how unjust your taking
Leaving Life to spoils shoulder.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Saturday, June 25, 2022

Tanka Explore

1.
Heroes are only
These dreams we greatly esteem,
But may never meet,
No love we share between, yet,
We hope their joy is replete.
2.
Blowing up his phone –
A need I cannot postpone,
But no rainbows come;
Talking to me is a chore
He rather not, anymore.
3.
I love you more now
Than when first I invited
You to share my heart
Knowing over time how grace
Has greatly forgiven me.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Saturday, June 25, 2022

Stark Conclusion

The naked truth
Arises without interest
In you or me now;
It shows what may further be
And what, going, is let go.
See there is
No reason I can continue
Hope, for you depart
Always, leaving without me;
I am only, matter, no more.
Moving on, I must,
Or become a captive ghost,
Which seems your major
Preoccupation, but wrong,
Because life and joy are mine.
We are not,
Together apart, has progressed
To outside space and time;
Nothing to clothe who
We made ourselves to be.
Naked never need
We ever be, for we are
NOT,
As you wanted us –
Despite my naked need.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Saturday, June 25, 2022

Early Sunday Thoughts

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Allowing ourselves to trust the future is secure is sometimes hard. Knowing we are Beloved of God helps us go forward.

Small steps make progress toward better days. We are meant to grow, not fade. Life is not always what we plan, but the stops along the pathway are often where Jesus finds us open to suggestion.

Why we are here can be unclear, but our destiny is no secret to the One who made us. Take time to reflect on where you are coming from and what opportunities your experience may bring you. Hold your dreams dear, and share them with God. He is on your side.

Remember, a detour may lead to a better possibility than we imagine. Love is the guide and is always with us.

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Blessings to each of you, be kind and love.

09:35 AM

I said…

It doesn’t matter,
It is all a whimsy game
But alas, later,
It lured me in once again;
I blew all time asunder.

The hungry hippo
Tries not to eat the sugar,
But what a struggle!

And on, on, it goes
Barely here, yet hardly gone,
It changes colors
Lighting up the air, lights out;
Group, together open share.

I am resolute
To leave; lingering poems
Keep besieging me.

Participation
No longer a requirement
No ribbons, badges,
Only vagrant scribblings here,
Revealing nothing precise.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I am perplexed. I suppose the thing is a habit—almost a compulsion.

PROMPT: Dare yourself to come clean; stop hiding behind sheets of invisibility.

Whatever you do, do it despite the critics, silent or other-disposition.