In the After Hours

While most were sleeping my creativity came out to play. I will share some of the proceeds here…

Terran tanka

Today with much more
To carry has many thoughts
It may share with us
Beyond yesterday’s blurred clouds
Pregnant with memory’s tears.

Prodigious Prompts

1. If you described your attitude this month, what tree would you be?

2. We lose parts of ourselves to situations and people regularly. If you could return one quality lost last week, what would you regain? What present attribute would you sacrifice for it?

3. No one told you there was a meeting. What do you wish you had left at home today?

4. For the next two weeks, one primary or secondary color throughout your life will be replaced with newsprint gray. What color are you comfortable giving away?

Wookie and the Monster
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Admission

Prompt: What do you have to share today?

You can do anything; what will it be in this spectacular moment?

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.

Fight Song

Never Giving Up

We have the hard hurt down
Knocking us roughly around
But we keep reaching higher
Trusting God to lift us out,
Because Jesus is stronger
Than every personal storm,
He has been fighting longer
Than we have ever known.
Our Lord, what he has begun,
He will never desert
He fights against our hurt,
Tears may often fall
But Christ hears every call
He will be with us, exceeding
Each need throughout eternity.
Our struggles shall not be lost
Jesus paid our debt upon His Cross
He counted our lives
Worth sacrifice at any cost,
We can stand with Him
When our lives are most grim;
Our Savior will come again
He will gather us all in
He promised a home with Him.
Come now, each who has trouble
Jesus will gladly meet our needs
When we place our trust in Him.

When days try to beat us, we have a Redeemer. I am thankful that Jesus Loves me, even in my desperation.

I pray you find strength in Him to weather every storm. He is greater than everything that attempts to harm us.

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In the After Hours

Admission

Storm

Fight Song

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