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.

Embrace

Paperweight

Whisper, Soar

Where you
Rest,
Feet up,
Feeling
Under
The wind
Mischievous,
Sighs,
Exhaled
As if
Day can
Be
Before
And
Forever.
Still
The wolf
Hovers,
Howling,
A song
Like
Love
Bewailed
And
Coaxed
Back
To
Life.
Stormlight
Favoring,
Two pair
Wide eyes –
Dawn will
Bring
Busyness,
But,
Just now,
Only
Being,
Reveling,
Lightning
Struck.
Doors
Snick shut
Past
The
Leftovers,
Tangled
Froth,
Where
Once
Was more.
Whisper,
Soar.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Gala

Sprung like
Springtime,
is,
with its
tempestuous
weather
and billowy
enticements,
alive.
We go on,
higher,
and thrive.
Heaven lent us
this time
between times
when
there we
will arrive.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Thank you for reading. Enjoy your week.

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.

2022.05.09. Monday. Day 129. Project Creativity

03:08 PM

Not Luck

I was sitting in
A swamp turned out and over,
Lightning crashed, hard down,
I was almost forever drown
Tears were overcoming me;
Then a cry arose
Clarion against my foes,
Sounding like a rose
Banner wrapping me within
Telling me begin again.
Never forsaken –
Come now, new heart, awaken
To a ground safe, firm,
Rock, I may stand complete on
The Beloved beckons, come.
Treasure hidden bright
Revealed in Love’s sterling Light
Abandon the night
Day brilliant invites delight
Heed the sweetest voice calling –
Redemption,mercy,
Abounding, amazing grace,
Sudden about-face
Into arms held wholly wide,
All fear spirited aside.
Severe hurt confide
Those things hidden inside
Pain, deep oxidized,
No more jeopardy – set free,
Found, restored, life’s sanctity.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Prompt:
Can you rhyme or illustrate similarly? Create!

Gratitude:
Music avec autoplay.

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