Beyond This Now-Here

Wake up heartbroken
On a Saturday morning –
Trying to recall
How life has gone away from
Everything ever wanted.

Thinking of past joys,
How nothing is long-lasting;
Who can sudden break
From a life without focus
Into a moment stronger?

Such a task becomes
Heroic, overshadowed,
Photographs failure
The glass breaks, whole frames shatter –
Bursting forth these new edges.

In all the world, still,
A lost stranger, rearrange
The doubt, fear, and hope
So someone better steps up –
Able to revive this heart.

Defeat is over –
Rising from a warm whisper
Being made complete
To find another method,
An equation for success.

The forgiven soul
Never beaten, newly bold –
Discovers new goals
To serve what- how- ever can
To build more Love for others.

A songbird singing,
The day awakening bright;
Courage casts this time
As an opportunity
For fresh creativity.

Life changes, we grow, never static. There is yesterday, but even with our memories, it is over. We cannot tug the bygone into the present. Today is active; we are creating from the minute we arise until day’s end. If we are wise, we Love, expressing it in word and deed. This is where compassion and kindness can have influence. We build treasure in such time we invest. Tomorrow is a question, also an answer. We may plan, but cannot know. Our hopes and dreams we may place in the future, but we cannot ascertain what will come of our dearly born lives.

Today, there is hope you will find joy and many blessings. The world needs optimism in these turbulent times. We are answered prayers given to enrich others we interact with daily and in passing. God is with us as we go. We can Love even in the simple things we do. Grand gestures are beautiful, but little actions and kind words also leave lasting impressions.

As we look toward a new year, may our hope be that we build each day up with a spirit of togetherness, a willingness toward understanding, and an openness to each individual. None of us stands alone. We are all a family that needs one another.

Prompt: Find a positive outlet for your creativity today. Leave something lasting of this day.

May God richly bless you and yours. Happy Holidays!

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Always & Evermore, Jo Ann…

Imagine Yourself The Bee…

Probably No

It may be impossible,
But it does not
Give license
To turn
Away;
In fact,
It conveys
An even larger
Open opportunity
To embrace it with Love.

Prompt: What is Love inviting you to embrace today? Employ your Creativity to produce a form that may ignite hope in another heart.

When – Other Days

When – Other Days

Beauty
Arcs

Edging toward
What remains,
You

Elsewhere;

Like a missed
Kiss,

Undone by
Someone
Who could not

See

Togetherness
As our
Property,

Poetry.

Wretched
As one must
Be to
Suicide,

Living
To wake,

An absence;
You gone –

Forever –
Loving
Alone

In emptiness,
Desert.

You with
Who you
Found =
Enough.

Friction
Between our

Parts,
No sound;

Symphonies
Played strings
Streams –

Us –
Maybe
We could,

But someday

Death arriving

We will
See again

(Face to Face.)

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Friday, July 18, 2025

It might be that Summer is riding us at the bit, overwrought, needing a cool spray to recall our senses. Ah, Texas, I miss my woods. These days exhaust!

Prompt: What simmers alive with you now? Create something to evoke the tension in your audience. Share it if you wish.

I Am Grateful:

1. I have a library card.
2. I have settled routines (most times).
3. I have been journaling fairly regularly.
4. Creativity on tap.
5. Blessings despite trials.

Storms

We cannot forget
All the hurt now happening
But in dark, shines light,
Love’s generosity gives
More good in each, everything.
Storms can be deadly
But look closely, a blessing
Is often conferred
In midst of endless trouble
Heaven reaches down to Earth…
The soul is released
From pain’s harsh captivity
Given a fortune,
Window on eternity,
Become creativity.
The world with us much
Though we are not dead, conquered,
Prayer fills our being
We are apt words, spread pages,
Eternal Love in motion.
Gifts showered around
We, sudden overcomers
Through the Trinity
Holding us so capably,
Compassion obviously.
Storms may surround us
Still, God is our strong Fortress
Nothing destroys us
Though we may barely survive
Jesus calls once more, we thrive.
Our Savior’s great Love
Poured out, ample devotion,
We mightily held
Through storms, our sweet redemption –
Love given, great compassion.

Thank you for sharing your time with me. I hope you found something here you enjoyed. Please share a comment, follow, like, or share with someone else who might find value here.

May blessings always find you and your days be filled with dreams come true. God be with you!

Always and Evermore,
Jo Ann

Journal Pages (Opening Up)

I hope these are legible and can be seen clearly enough. I lost a contact so am relying on eyes, glasses, and 3 power reading glasses. I rather not worry with the glasses so I tax my eyesight. All these journal pages were written eyes only.

I am struggling. So many needs, no one to turn to but God. He is who I should go to first, anyway.

The worship service at First Baptist Church of Abilene on Sunday has impacted my thought life ever since.

My insecurities over the state of my soul play plentifully as well.

I am posting this thinking it might be encouraging to someone else. Ah, but the other opinion that comes to mind is it might trouble someone and that is not my intent.

Funny thing: Facebook is advertising to me as if I am a lawyer. Right, (sarcasm), me with no college and in temporary penury. I once hoped to become a lawyer, but my life led other places.

Prompt: Did your life turn you in unexpected directions? Create something about your situation.

GRATITUDE LIST

I am attending (some) church again. First Baptist Church of Abilene is my new church home. I Love my church. I hope to get there with more regularity in the future.
My best friend, Reba, does not desert me though I likely do not deserve her Love.
I have the tools I need to write and the ability to do it.
I have a poem appearing in Villa Rica News and Views’ April Issue.
Always thankful for music, reading, and writing.

I pour myself out in ink sometimes. Writing on my devices is not quite so raw. Do you find your creativity comes in different flavors according to the implements you use? I am using my phone for the text parts of this post. I also took the images of my pages with it and left them unedited.

Alex is after me to write a book, any book. He says my talent should make me money. He also asks do I want all my work to die with me? Morbid, but craftily motivational are his speeches. What a wonderful son I have, even with us often upsetting one another.

I guess I should let this go. Thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative. I hope you found something to challenge you and make you examine yourself. If you would like to see more of posts, or less, like this one drop a like, follow, comment, and invite someone who might find this interesting to visit.

This post and site are © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan. If you would like to use this content elsewhere please give proper credit. Letting me know would also be appreciated.

Go put your Creativity to work. I believe in you. May God richly bless you in everything!

Love to you all! Always and Evermore, Jo Ann