2022 Creativity Project – Day 101

Use for Stones

Sometimes
They are
Thrown
To tear
Apart,
BreaK a
Life, a heart.

Sometimes
They are
Gathered
To build,
A home
For blessing.

Sometimes
Stones are
Used to
Build walls
Between
The in, the out.

Anger is
Cast like
Stone,
No love
Within
Belongs.

The Rock
On which
Love builds,
Broken
Stone rolled
Away.
Risen
Jesus
With Love
To share,
He is
To Save.

2022 Creativity Project – Day 99

Why Jesus?

In the shadow days
When the risk of flight becomes
A constant companion
It could be said He is why
The choice to stay is doable.
There are times prayers
Get more than ample answers,
When money stretches
Or unexpected changes
Fix problems beyond measure.
When loneliness calls
Without invitation, Love
Reaches out to soothe
The breaking of heart, mind,
Tears, He wipes them with melodies.
Food to eat, beverages to drink,
Clothes to wear, home to live,
The life He gives abundantly,
The blessing of friends, family,
The beautiful people, beings,
Surroundings fragile; unique things,
Jesus Christ, Creator, is everything
Without Him, there would be
Nothing but emptiness.
Faith, hope, life, Love, gifts
He creates generously to bestow.
Friend to everyone who calls
The Lord who knows each one
Throughout and forever, all.

This poem was inspired by the book, Inspired by Rachel Held-Evans.

2022 Creativity Project – April 2

Edge of Dreaming

Footsteps like snowflakes
Track along slender edges
Of a welcome dream
Where though long over, a love,
Survives the mists hiding time.
Clinging to sentences
Maybe voiced or perhaps dreamed,
They create a smile
In innocent forever
There is happiness again.
Somethings sweetest hold
Onto semiconsciousness
And in bleak moments
Arrive within to carry
Pleasure and hope continuing;
Augmenting belief
In the goodness of living
So one steps forward
Not forsaking the future
But attempting to obtain
Such love as is possible.

2022 Creativity Project – April 1

Enough To Do

Completion of tasks
Long undone provides a sense
Of accomplishment
That borders on mystical
A release, approbation.
Overcoming blocks
And procrastination is
Difficult to do
But when the dam is broken
Blessings flow straight into view.
Life is a constant
Fight against forces that curb
Enthusiasm,
Restraining creativity
Leeching imagination.
Breaking through to
Rewards and employing faith
In God’s continual
Love, grace, mercy bestows strength
With positive energy
To live productively and endure.

Gathering Trinkets

2022 Creativity Project – March 25

Gathering Trinkets

We read or study to learn about what surrounds us. We create to discover ourselves. Both are beneficial, but sometimes when the world overwhelms us, and we feel we are losing ourselves, we need to go within and bring out the treasure which can help us hang on.

Sometimes an idea appears that we recognize as necessary, but we let it fade away because of the many things that lead us apart. Next time a vision of such quality presents itself, make it work. Life is too short to ignore inspiration.

To have the best relationships and even better brief encounters live with love and share it freely. The more love we share, the more we have to give. Love is infinite; it only waits to be given away.

Recognizing the call of temptation as something injurious is a step toward freedom. We do not always need what whispers to us; some things are beyond our means. Looking at what we want carefully and remembering those things we need can prevent disaster.

Often boredom propels us, placing us on paths toward what is not ideal. If things begin to get stale and staid, turning to creativity and putting brains, hearts, minds, and hands to work may halt disaster. Creativity can feel like love or sometimes a blessing, a prayer sent through activity.

You are a gift, infinitely precious. Shine, shine, lend your light to a world weak with defeat and trouble. Reach your hand out to someone who needs someone. God bless you – every day, in all ways.

Prompt: Find something that encourages or inspires you and get busy creating. Articles, books, essays, poems, and stories cannot write themselves; art cannot make itself real; it takes the action of a creator. YOU make it happen.