Sometimes, A Heartbreak

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Today, my heart is broken for our world, our country, our states, our neighborhoods, all of us. There are many hurting people. Those who have lost friends, family, loved ones; lost treasured pets, who are in pain, who have chronic illnesses, who have terminal diseases, whose relationships are battered or shattered, who cannot beat addiction, who are terrified for their children. There are job losses, financial losses, unbearable debt, mental distress, poverty, hunger, homelessness, war, bullying, and I could probably go on forever. Our world is a troubled and violent place. Safety is hardly real, the risk is constant, death is a breath away.
Some scoff at the name of Jesus, some say they do not need prayers, only actions. When I grew up, prayer was constant and all over. It was not consigned to obscurity. I do not remember life being such a tenuous proposition then. We believed in the good of one another. God has been sent away, and the increase in troubles keeps multiplying. Love has become rare, lust more common, hate a regular outcry.

You may disregard God as you wish, but I pray He finds you. This world needs Jesus, it requires the love only God can provide. Lives need saving. Let those of us who will, abide in Christ’s love, and share it with everyone we meet. People need love. Love can redeem lives. Let each of us be messengers, soothing hands, transmitting the love of the Savior to our communities. We must go, for they must hear and know, for the Lord sends us, and we are His to command.
When I am haunted, I sleep little, and my mind requires that I write. Perhaps, you would have me write otherwise. I am given words, it is not so much a choice as an outpouring over which my control is meager. I understand some may disbelieve that statement, but it has always been the way with me.
Struggle continues
My mind dislikes obeying
The commands I give
It has its own words and ways
I am a vessel of clay.
Shall I be thankful? It is my usual way. I am grateful:
1.   My son grew up with a heart and an intention to serve.
2.   I spoke my truth, and it cost, perhaps I should learn to curb my honesty when it has the barbs in.
3.   I am blessed with topics and words lately.
4.   I am getting a little sleep with the aid of a medication cocktail that helps curb my pain. Not opioids or anything addictive for those who might have a concern. My usual meds, plus some NSAIDs.
5.   I made some calls and clarified my needs with some businesses. One was insurance, I have a problematic relationship with coverage, but anyway.
6.   The ice maker does work, it only requires you provide it with, newsflash, water.
7.   I paid bills, bills are evidence you have things in your life, those are blessings. Therefore the need to make payments shows you are provided for by God’s sufficiency.
As a prompt, explain your faith or lack thereof. Consider how you can exhibit faith conjoined with love. Create something that embodies your belief.
I do so appreciate your visit here at Haphazard Creative. You are always welcome and invited to return. Should you want, there is a follow button which will subscribe you to updates. I am freezing. TMI. This world needs love, which entails being courageous enough to reach out benevolently to the people we encounter each day or night, I guess. So I encourage you to put that gorgeous, ice-melting smile on your face and express the friendliness that abides in your soul. You can give your love away as often as you will, and it will be replenished, so you never run out, and the really cool thing, love will return to you. Be grateful, be hopeful, but be careful and aware, keep yourself from danger what you can. God Bless and Keep You, Everyday, Everyway, Forever and Always.
If you missed them, there are previous posts you may wish to read. I have done some exceptional writing of late.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Comment on Red Flag Laws

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I just read an excellent article in The Washington Post about red flag laws that allow confiscation of guns from those who have exhibited a tendency to violence sufficient that someone close to them petitions the court for an order. This to me seems a good idea. It has likely prevented many deaths by suicide and some homicides and mass killings. I think most of us would agree that those with active suicidal ideation, those who have harmed someone in acts of domestic violence or through excessive bullying, and those who make violent threats which are credible should no longer possess weapons. The guns could be returned after a court deemed the danger past.

Understand, I am not in support of drastic measures regarding gun control. I believe in second amendment rights. I grew up with guns, I am a competent marksman, I enjoy shooting, I would never support gun confiscation across the board. Incidentally, I do not have any firearms, but no one took them. I do, however, believe there are situations where people pose a danger to themselves and others. In these instances removing firearms from ready availability can and does save lives.

Until our country finds a better way to help those who are mentally ill or exhibit signs of distorted mental states, this might be a good measure for adoption. Even in cases where psychological instability is not in evidence, but violence is indicated this could be beneficial. It would work as a kind of cooling down period. Anger, hurt, depression, fear are all terrible emotional disturbances which can cause people to act irrationally and commit regrettable acts. Control can be lost. An out of control human with a gun is a dangerous and lethal predator.

My gun patriots, I stand with you, keep your guns, I feel safer knowing you have them. My gun control friends, this is a measure that might find traction and provide some modicum of safety. I think it worth writing you all about. People under duress and under the influence of urges toward self-harm or murder should not have guns. That is a fact. We all want the violence to end. Can we work together?

The difficulty I see is this requires a tremendous amount of accountability and honesty on the part of those making the recommendations. I should hope our legal system would be able to use means to discern when there was a need and when not.

By the way that is from my heart. The WP did not cover it like that and Facebook will not post the article with its new fake media crap. I do not usually tag a large number of friends, but I would like a mix to see this and am quite sure the feeds have limits now.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Reaction to yet another mass killing

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Instead of arguing, we adults need to have focused time with the children with whom we are in contact. We need to explain how precious they are to us, and how every life is beyond price. This was once communicated by our religious and moral teaching but has fallen away. Therefore, we must make it abundantly clear, in whatever way we can. Concern for those around us, those we know and cherish, those we love, must be fostered in all those who are our future, or I fear, we have much of which to be afraid.

Something must change. I do not believe legislation of any type can solve the problem of mass killings. The government does a poor job of the things we consign to it. We, the people, must exhibit, exhort, exude love for others, and engender it in those who are lacking.

Discussion, argument, disagreement happen, for those to end in violence is directly in opposition to the values we should encourage in everyone with whom we interact.

Life is a gift, no matter how one interprets its generation, and it should be treasured as something beyond price. We have seen the dead, and at this time they do not rise, the loss is permanent in this realm, and that understanding must be conveyed, so no one believes shooting someone or any other violence that causes death, is reversible.

Our society is full of entertainments that glorify violence and show deaths, but then the person is alive again; in video games characters regenerate. Many live on their screens and become desensitized to reality. It is an obligation to teach the difference between fantasy and real life. I fear we often do a poor job of this.

Maybe I am not an ideal person to make this comment, but I considered it might make you think and possibly take action that causes a change. Love to all of you, and to whom accepts it, God Bless and Keep You, Everyday, Everyway, Forever and Always.

 

 

As a prompt, contemplate how you can help others understand how valuable life is. If you do not have a daily routine that transmits love to others, I recommend you consider how you may do so. Create something filled with love’s meaning.

I am grateful:

  1.   We finished proofing one magazine.
  2.   Music.
  3.   Books.
  4.   Pens.
  5.   Computers, tablets, phones.
  6.   Quilts.
  7.   Friendship.
  8.   Doggy kisses.
  9.   Writing.
  10.   Love.

Thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative. I know my subject today is painful, upsetting, to some alienating, and not the sunshine, rainbows, roses, and butterflies that are preferred. I read an article in NYT, and my article is a reaction. If it troubles or disappoints you, I apologize. Check back another day, sometimes the world is not so much with me. If you like follow, there is a button.

Be careful out there. Share love often as you can. God Bless and Keep You, Everyday, Everyway, Always and Forever.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Cry Of A Skirmish, Become Battle

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I have these two hands
Chock full of everything and
Nothing matters but
The fact loneliness, silence
Surround me with a woven
Shourd spun by a spider huge
Enough to swallow camels
Unable to pass through needles.
Still this fight, it is my fight
I will not give up, nor quit;
Nobody, nothing has ever
Beaten me, and now is no
Time to embrace my defeat.
Sure, I have been down, fallen,
But being at the bottom
Is not a place to concede,
The floor is sure beneath you
So you build, build skyscrapers
Rockets, starships, transporters;
Choose the future, create
Technology to carry
You where you wish to begin.
Even if you use only words
Describing the dreams held up
To challenge the entropy
Chaos that dwell threatening
In the dust and grime that swirl
Eroding marvels some worship.
What they do not know, cannot
Be told them, refusing the message
You cannot make them submit
It will be, if it will be,
When it happens, if it does.
You just be you, and be best
That you can be, that you know
How, love has you, and you have
Love enough to inspire, incite
Others to find the greatness
Contained beneath decaying skin
In the very heart of the self
Who is a wisp of shallow breath,
Evanescent, easily
Aborted in the crush of
Moments that slip quick away
Like motes in passing sunbeams.
Rush to the helm, take the wheel,
Drive your ship with dignity,
Care, choose your freight with delight
Do not weigh yourself excessively
Accepting problems others
Create for you, find solutions
No one can attempt besides you.
There is trouble, sadness, tears,
But those are not destiny;
Destiny lies at a time,
Beyond time, a place outside
Space, the heart contains the seeds
Of creativity, eternity,
The ability to transcend
To love deeper and wider
Than imagination knows.
Children of the Creator,
Children of the Forever King,
We are capable of living
Abundance, Heaven on Earth.
Broken, shattered, maybe, but
Keep watching, there are miracles
Unbelievable, we are yet to see.
I know the ending of the story
And the triumphal winner
Calls us, Beloved, and He
Saves us eternally.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
These last two poems are a bit unusual for me. My gratitude list and prompt are in the first of the three entries I have made today. I realize no one liked it, but it had worth.
I am grateful my creativity knows no bounds and that my voice is mine. Being creative, being an original, is one thing no one can take away.
As a prompt, think about the above statement. What freedom, what license does it give you?
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Through Tears, Encouragement

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Somehow we have to hang on.
Don’t ask me how
because my grip is fading.
 
Remember though,
if we are not strong
enough to go on,
the world we made
will disappear, and those
we love will never know
who they could be
with us at their sides.
Maybe, we can hope,
the world will be a little
more grounded, a little
more real, have a little
more love because
we are willing to grapple
reality and pin it down.
We can make it what it
has to be for us to
keep on, keeping on.
We are not cowards
because we hurt,
we are oceans of tears
that wash away the evil
and redeem it in love
that is stronger than
the giants that oppose us.
No matter, we are
the victors, because we
create what will drive us
through the future and
banish the pain, a ghost
we refuse to allow to haunt.
All the unhappiness
is a shade, passing before
the window, hiding the light,
but the Son, the love
remains, we just have
to dispel the shadow.
 
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan