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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Life Partaken

Willing to admit
Life is difficult, can hurt,
But brave the storm surge,
Even when it is draining
The strength of every muscle.
Stifling those voices
Declaring all effort failure –
Living, judged worthless;
Rejecting embarrassment
When considered mistaken.
Remembering each
Victory and happening
Received cheerfully,
Believing more will occur
To offset the constant pain.
Being a human,
A fight, beginning to end,
Worth every teardrop;
Known as an overcomer
With God battling beside.

© 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