Storm

I am not who I might be if life were a different reality. I walk between this and that, here and there, time and forever. I get lost because there is never enough of my giving to soothe the souls I disturb. I would love, Love, love, but am a nuisance, a bygone heart ripped apart. Whoever, I am meant to be is twisted and confused within me and without any security. So, blame, blame the rain that falls October from these troubled eyes. An Agent of Spiraling Chaos, may be the truth , there, though I cannot see, thinking Haphazard Creative more truly me.

I am hoping and hiding, an original, tortured by rank facsimiles. No, no, you misread my disposition candidly.

Acclaim

God heals, holds, enfolds
Us in His Love unending
We are His children,
Bought, the price, Christ’s sacrifice,
Jesus is forever for us.
Gifts: mercy, grace, Love
Always accruing to us
We are blessed children,
Each one precious to Jesus
Souls, hearts, sealed by His Spirit.

PROMPT: If you are inclined, create something outside or inside the storm. Choose your comfort or discomfort and away.

Gratitude: Being whatever it is, I come to be, wherever I am placed, as will be. Blessings eternal.

Codified

Turn Me In (Sedition)

I am an old-time
Rock-N-Roll, Church Gospel,
Contemporary Christian;
Blue jeans, Poet shirt, Writing geek,
Photographer, Artist, Designer,
Intellectual Property Rights promoter,
Who will give anyone my time of day,
Caring about each word you say.

I tend toward the Moderate,
Shoot straight down the middle –
I love deep, as oceans, wide,
Though it has been some years since
Someone stood by my side,
(All my own;)
I can write, edit, publish, design,
And you can find me reading
Most anytime – my interests
Cast wide: run beyond so many lines.

I like going fast – but enjoy
Doing things right, taking my time,
It is never unusual my words rhyme;
I have lived the bad and the swell,
More often, I choose good as better…
I love so much, so many,
And intensely dislike division –
I am a U.S. Marine Mom,
An American,
I will stand; my colors shall not run.

ArtWords, done Today

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These were journal entries I did some design work with. I hope they cheer you.

Prompt: Make something from work done elsewhere.

Thriving

Graceful Hope

There is a bond of Love, straightforward, tenacious, and incredible, between God and us, although our destinies may be permanently physically separated in this space and time. We trust and believe Love will last forever.

Love is a curious thing – beyond the real yet vibrant present. Rare and beautiful is what He brings to Life within us, though not suitable to be contained by this world, only in the haven of our hearts, given and enacted toward others.

Some of our best writing comes with thoughts of our beloved. We all go into the highest mode when creating poetry, songs, or important messages to exchange. These are often fanciful forays into a land full of dreams that only the Divine can fulfill.

God, though, is much greater than our fallibility.

Love, what a glorious creation, but more yet, unbounded, unabashed, familiar, comfortable, passionate, forgiving, graceful, eternal, binding, freedom in keeping, amazement. Here is Life, to trust in the power of Love. Love is the essence of The Lord, constantly manifesting through us with purpose. He is all, and we together in Him are all.

P r O m P t: What fills you up like the ocean, land, or the sky fills our Space? Create!

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Be inspired and blessed today, tomorrow, and always! An Attitude of Gratitude will brighten any day.