Early Sunday Thoughts

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Allowing ourselves to trust the future is secure is sometimes hard. Knowing we are Beloved of God helps us go forward.

Small steps make progress toward better days. We are meant to grow, not fade. Life is not always what we plan, but the stops along the pathway are often where Jesus finds us open to suggestion.

Why we are here can be unclear, but our destiny is no secret to the One who made us. Take time to reflect on where you are coming from and what opportunities your experience may bring you. Hold your dreams dear, and share them with God. He is on your side.

Remember, a detour may lead to a better possibility than we imagine. Love is the guide and is always with us.

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Blessings to each of you, be kind and love.

Penny Reigns

124th entry – 2022 Creativity Project

Penny Reigns

I have a penny
Stored deep within my pocket
It has no value
In today’s daily markets;
A relic of yesterday.

I am set thinking
That time like cursors blinking
Is quick insisting
That forward is all moving
Toward something yet unseen.

Hear the deft music
Playing, urging consistent
Movement surge today
Like pennies, time slips away,
Registers without delay.

I want this moment
And another and after,
Letting yesterday
Become a foreign rumor,
Living purpose, my dreams.

Go far, fast, and free
Find the meaning of all things
Meant to have being
Reaching for true liberty
Confident, courageous life.

Forever and ever
The penny like a melody
Reminds me to give
My best in times made like these
Because excellence matters.

Stand full unafraid
The past cannot drag backward
For velocity
Carries into each second
Such growing humanity.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Day 117 – 2022 Creativity Project

Plowed Under

Today, I shall between
The hours dance complete around
With warm dreaming sleep,
Avoiding the daylight burn
Until I measure and yearn.

Nothing to hide yet,
But whatever plans affirm
Latterly discern,
Vision will attest merit
Create opportunity.

Slumber is the gift
Bestowed when fallen below
Demands kept in tow,
Sail upon seas no avail
Lighthouse garish, ever pale.

Watching forever
Mysteries too great, never
Understood, clever
Passes for intelligent,
Only pior to divergent.

Dance the dream into
Whatever seems best, pursue,
Seasoned reason who
Will sport the being whereto
Joy is found beyond all bound.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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117 of 365 days down and still making entries. Watch this spot, new work each varying day.

Prompt: What have you gained or lost that you are hesitant but willing to share?

I am grateful: Life is, food is, I am here, the internet exists, I read great books.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Day 113 – 2022 Creativity Project

Break Free

The timeless appeal
Of bottomless foundations
Leave one another
To dredge rivers of hope, need,
But still coming between – greed.
Advantage follows
The stronger needing duties
Performed with slim thanks
Not often heeding complaints,
Or recognizing stolen dreams.
The ages roll, roles
Still favor some, limit others,
There is no parity
Equality, an ugly myth
Blinding many to problems.
If one stands up, out,
It may not mean advancement
The ceiling rises
The walls grow ever thicker
But it is not done, over,
Time will see the flight
The scaling of every height
So run, run well, catch the light,
Winning brings freedom and delight.

I read an article in American Scholar that inspired this poem. I also picked the word bottomless from a vocabulary list.

I hope this finds you in pleasant moments. I would appreciate your likes, comments, follows, and shares.

Prompt: pick something you read and a random word, create from there.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Day 110 – Creativity Project – 2022

Far Seen

Only the night gives
The gift of your dear presence,
The falling again
Stellar apart, but the dreams
Bring you nearly here, all mine.

I never forget
How would undying love cease,
A beloved friendship –
I will love you forever
Until stars swallow the seas.

Who knew, you and I,
Through every storm, like lightning,
A flash permanent
Etched like sword blades in time
Moments full-tempered sublime.

Imagined, still real,
Memories, years cannot steal
Coming back to me
Then I own nothing, empty
Hands feeling bereft, reach yet.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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