New Addition

Rug for Workout

I am trying to make my workout space so I can do it barefoot. I rescued this from storage. It is an improvement. I added it tonight.

The following poem was written a few days ago.

Ways

Gentle as the kiss
Of dampening dew on grass
As morning hours pass,
Bright as sunlight reflecting
A child’s face, laughing at dawn.
Sweet as a baby
Long overdue, expected,
Often as the care –
Simple luxuries provide
Breath, food, drink, all connected;
Even more than these
Is Love always proceeding
From God’s tender heart
Cradling us each completely.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan 05.28.2022

May all of you be safe and well.

Embrace

Paperweight

Whisper, Soar

Where you
Rest,
Feet up,
Feeling
Under
The wind
Mischievous,
Sighs,
Exhaled
As if
Day can
Be
Before
And
Forever.
Still
The wolf
Hovers,
Howling,
A song
Like
Love
Bewailed
And
Coaxed
Back
To
Life.
Stormlight
Favoring,
Two pair
Wide eyes –
Dawn will
Bring
Busyness,
But,
Just now,
Only
Being,
Reveling,
Lightning
Struck.
Doors
Snick shut
Past
The
Leftovers,
Tangled
Froth,
Where
Once
Was more.
Whisper,
Soar.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Gala

Sprung like
Springtime,
is,
with its
tempestuous
weather
and billowy
enticements,
alive.
We go on,
higher,
and thrive.
Heaven lent us
this time
between times
when
there we
will arrive.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Thank you for reading. Enjoy your week.

Keeping Until

Love – Doves © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Following

We win sometimes, but
Other times we lose so hard
We break down and weep;
Remember our tears; God keeps –
Never quit ’til final sleep.
There is a purpose
For every hurt, all defeats,
Pain is creative
Teaches strength enough to leap
Catching dreams Love lives to keep.
No accidents, all
Obstacles, problems build up
Reservoirs of good,
Blessings that shower down on
Us, when we come to grace – show.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Be well, be safe, and carry on.

09:35 AM

I said…

It doesn’t matter,
It is all a whimsy game
But alas, later,
It lured me in once again;
I blew all time asunder.

The hungry hippo
Tries not to eat the sugar,
But what a struggle!

And on, on, it goes
Barely here, yet hardly gone,
It changes colors
Lighting up the air, lights out;
Group, together open share.

I am resolute
To leave; lingering poems
Keep besieging me.

Participation
No longer a requirement
No ribbons, badges,
Only vagrant scribblings here,
Revealing nothing precise.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I am perplexed. I suppose the thing is a habit—almost a compulsion.

PROMPT: Dare yourself to come clean; stop hiding behind sheets of invisibility.

Whatever you do, do it despite the critics, silent or other-disposition.