Weary Wear

Understanding is
Difficult when all you feel
Is magnified pain;
Welcome to the fierce party
Where the fight is to be real, heal.
Put it all away
The problem and scalding tears
No illustration
Is necessary because
Everyone has scrabbled in
The concoction made
When one forgets to close those
Cabinet doors written of
In proper legend,
The lore of continued
Battles in ongoing war.
No one becomes the victor,
Only adept at disguise.
Screams of despair
Rise, rise into pallid skies
Pain never fades, stops,
But does not lie; it destroys
Equally all of the time.

Prompt: Create something quickly, which seems you took considerable time. Try to engage all your creativity in limited moments.

Gratitude Today
I was up to see Alex off.
I finished up the magazine pages with the others.
I took a nap.
Alex made it to Jacksonville safely.
I think I will complete this post in time.

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Poems, Notes, Reaching Up

A child grows beyond
The imagination of
A parent, success.

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Don’t blame the rain
For the renewed tears and pain,
It is the season.

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The song is a balm
Making this life bearable,
Keep the music on.

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If I held your heart
Would you let my love remain
Despite everything,
I am beset with fears, failures,
But my heart is true to you.

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Prompt: Create something or a series of things that are short but complete. There are no rules, except anything is acceptable. Do not try to be perfect; it is impossible; be talent on display.

Gratitude Today:
My package came, not where they claimed.
Journals
YouTube
Radical creative imagination
Devices and books

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Yawning Into View

Those are big teeth you have and such a large mouth, my dear Wookie,

The photo I got was not the one I anticipated, but children and dogs tend to make their poses.

Are we not all beset by the desire to change, grow, move? One place is serving us, but it taxes our fortitude as well. Fear falls over us as we confront the unknown, but we must go.

We are the heroes of our stories, and the hero’s tale is a journey. Even when remaining in a particular locale, we journey farther into unknown territory. Age, career, health, home, interests, possessions, pursuits, relationships, and more may be our challenging highways.

Standing still is an impossibility because life will move us, if not immediately, indirectly. We hope that all the knowledge amassed in other times, toils, and trials will equip us for success.

Faith, hope, and love shore us up and allow us to attempt the impossible. The impossible is our goal; it just takes a bit of time.

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I hope your days are cheery and full of tenderness.

Reckoning Bliss

The fantasy arrives
Like a newborn dream
To warm all hearts
That share the wish
For LOVE and PEACE.

Often prayers lift high
Reaching Mighty God
Who answers each
In His grace and time,
With gentleness divine.

What cannot be known
By all humankind,
The Savior holds aware
Giving every blessing,
Turning dark into light.

Griefs and hurts God
Repairs with abundant LOVE
Freeing spirits from shackles
Long retained in dire pain
He proves the healing.

Fear need not survive,
In any heart or life
Nor cause prolonged
Anguish, doubt, or strife,
For Christ conquers qualms.

The solutions arise
Like a welcome desire
To rouse all souls
That share the hope
For FREEDOM, LOVE, and PEACE.

Return

I thought there were angels!
Every polished tile floor, numbered,
Held more, patient there, watching
Over me, who had been far gone,
Someone, I think I knew, called me,
“Come back; there’s no time to leave,
Yet,” I was sent unwilling, not of my
Volition. Pain, it was all too much,
Nothing was left I wanted – touch.
Reality was a terror-filled dream,
Oh, so, awful – rigid deadly thing.

Waking, on pristine white sheets,
Hooked-up, white walls even in
The reflection of a light slice bounced,
Through the half-open windowed door,
Pulling loose, crumply legs – shaken,
Securing myself, balanced over feet.
Thousands, whispers, voices
In the air, surrounding everywhere,
Steps slow to the door, an angel
There waiting, noticing me, “Do you
Hear something?” Tones, soft, deep.
My eyes searching, not seeing as I turn,
This, that way, some trick, the sound,
“Yes, I hear speaking, yelling, but they
Are not here, present, anywhere.”
The angel with a half-smile, “It’s okay,
You’ve come back. You’ll be safe.
Settle, stay.” I thought, ‘Not an angel
After all, cause my life, more often,
Disaster loves than ordinary days.’

I tried to write about waking up in the hospital after days; they say I nearly died or could have stayed comatose. Instead, I got a chorus, and I have learned to live somehow in and out of time.