Heavenly Day

“Do you mean
These words that
You say?”
‘Heavenly Day’
“Well, yeah
In a way,
I mean it
Can or cannot
Be.”
“Then why?”
“Because God
Is near,
Always here,
Watching over
Wills and ways;
He pitches in
To help me
Carry on
When I fall
Off to the side,
He abides.”
“How do you
Know He cares?”
“The Bible
Says so,
And I have
Experienced
It happening so,
I believe,
It is the truth
In which I grow.”

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Touch

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

The waves we
Make
The disturbance
On the surface
Are
Only evidence
Of
Existence.
We are
Distant,
Leaving
Imprints,
Dropping keys,
But
Those are
Not us; we
Transcend
Reality.
We are
Everything:
Hope,
Joy,
Life,
Love,
Make our
Victory
In God’s
Economy;
In and out
Of time,
Space,
Eternal
As story.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

As a prompt: Consider your place in the universe, consider your impact on the planet, consider your beliefs, write something that packages that without any doubt.

We Create

When creating seems impossible, sometimes it is good to bide our time and do things that fill the well. Other times we have to jump in and make do with what comes. Pushing ourselves will not necessarily lessen our work’s quality, but it might get us back to flow.

We may not feel like cooking, but we will do it so we can eat. Our art will never appear without our exerting effort. Even if inspiration seems to desert us, we have agile minds, which can imagine even when the streams we commonly rely on have run dry.

We must do, or we fall into habits that include accepting creative blocks. There comes a moment we recognize a stop only exists as we allow it.

Breaking Through

The cold moves over
Me like a breath of wind brought
In with the opening
Of a door unexpected
And I chill a little thrill.

Night has in its fists
All the light it took away
At the sun’s setting
It seems to whisper Winter
Has no patience to further wait.

I laugh that ready
Chortle that calls another
Game to begin here
For this too is my season
Breathing it, I brace with health.

One essential point to keep foremost in mind is that we are not guaranteed time. What we want to do we must be busy about doing. Finding a reason is easy if we wish to leave some evidence of our lives on Earth. We are capable of much more than we often believe. Only we can do what we can do.

If you must, borrow
A smile from a friend, stranger,
Then bend creation.

Here’s hoping everyone finds themselves with the mindset to create. It is so vital; in fact, it can change reality.

Wave upon wave drives
Crashing to shore swallowing –
Ejecting, found more.

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© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Short Riff

God help me, I’m broken –
Again I wanted, but found,
My presence was bound
To things which I wished
Less remembered, oft-forgotten.

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You will not recall
What happened on such a day;
Rain gets in the way.

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No one understands
Walking these many long miles
When pain arises.

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The library is
Spurned, all books now there returned;
Hands for paper yearn.

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The number hidden
In our soul, how long we have –
So, love we must share,
Mete out kind encouragement,
And needful inspiration.

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I have a longer piece in my journal which goes beyond the first bit. Unlikely, it, the public shall see. I hide, to save the heart of being me.

If you have not read the Fantasy & Science Fiction Magazine lately, you should check it out. Relentless by Dean Koontz which came out some years ago is also worth reading.

One day I will return to reviewing books I have read this year. This list grows long.

As a prompt: Use these words in your composition – concert, guitar, mug, closed window, ghost, fairing, shower, ultimately, lake, tetradactyl.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I am thankful, sometimes when it all falls apart, God puts it back together better.

Lost, Under A Chemical Sun

They told the parents everything was a loss, but they refused to give up. They started a prayer chain, hoping the sleeper would not get deeper lost.

Still here, woken up, but there was a cost. Broken, missing pieces, but knowing greater than doctors thought.

Miracles, they happen, more often than not.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan