Vacant Places

We were sitting around the table
Almost ready for the feast,
A little one said the blessing,
Then we raised our eyes from prayer;
My heart skipped for a moment,
I could not help but see
The absence of the ones who
Should properly be seated with me.
Over the years, the chairs have emptied –
Much too often, much too soon,
Some went away, others to their tombs,
Tears puddled my eyes, my breath a stitch,
I only wish I could mend what is missing,
Bring all of them back where they belong,
But only Heaven holds such power, its King,
To redress the deprivations of time’s seizure.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Perpetual Conflux

Lightning sweeps across
The palette of storm clouded
Sky, blindingly bright,
Picking a tree on which to
Dividing destructive strike.
At the bottom, torn
From the rich life-giving loam
An olive hued
Shoot arises to climb ably
So lavender blooms lively
In winding waves set
Beauty where death might have been
A stalwart final
Force, but it could not so cleave
Nature from its directive
Nor the love of life
From a continuance which
Inaugurated
In the depths of time, never
Leaves barren what begins primed.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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Celebrating

Today has been all about Richard and I am only going to take a few moments to say it has been a wonderful day.

I hope all of you are having a great beginning of the holiday season. Mine has been most enjoyable.

When you find your gift
You know sharing it is life,
Winter trees survive.

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Love invites us in
Warming us in our spirits,
The waves unshaded.

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Who will we be when
We realize love is all
Fit to be carried?

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan


Ouvre Vous

On Thanksgiving Day
There is the reminder to
Look around, clearly
See, all the wonders accrued
During times and times again.

When blessing others
Sometimes the blessing returns
More than expected;
But giving, sharing, becomes
A way of being, living.

Every moment is
A gift irreplaceable,
So best spend each in
Gratitude for the graces
Lent, then more carefully spent.

So, as the Season
Ambles in, hearts turn again
To know the Reason,
The Gift for every person,
The Savior, Christ Jesus, King.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Thankfully

Today was one of those days,
A late start, but on time,
An appointment that tried my mind
A leave-taking ahead of time
A lunch most divine
With conversation that brought
Me back in sync with life.
A shopping trip I almost skipped
But found needs met, something more,
Came home to find packages
Sitting in the rain, damages,
Called Amazon, they corrected,
So much better than expected.
God’s grace saw me through
He is ever, always true.
This may seem not as it should
But I haven’t strength to make good
Beyond this here, I wish I could.
Bear with me as I reset, and process
What was for me an incredible day.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

As a prompt, turn your day, good or bad, into a poem or work of art. Even if you do not share you may find it cathartic.