Remembering We are more than Pieces of refuse Regurgitated Onto the ground. We have Worth, Spaces; Some things To give A world Narrowed by Misunderstanding. Where we Live is in The essence of Being. There is no Us Without God Who injects Us with Hope Beyond Measure. Our thoughts Become Tangible when Consigned to Words Voiced or On a page. No one Can take Meaning, Purpose, From us. These live Within the heart, Soul of us. There are heights To scale And we reach Up to grab Hold of Inspiration Which makes Dreams true. Maybe we have Nothing to Show our Greatness, But our Story Is not Over yet. An Infinity Of Life, Love, Creativity Calls. We are Becoming Who we Will.
There are moments when nothing comes right, and then there are times we live again. The mission is to balance everything so it holds together enough that we do not die.
Anxiety can lead to panic, and our edges may fray. The trick is to tuck the fabric and sew another set of seams to help us face living alive. Those seams form a roadmap. We follow our path through the struggle and trials. However, it may not have the proper signage, and our “good path study (GPS)” may not know how to look for possibilities.
There are trips and falls along some byways. Wrong turns, lessons learned, every day we compete to better ourselves. The journey is not always fair but often lets us find simple joys. The texture of the paper beneath the pen is healing as the soul speaks. The welcome voice of family or friends bequeaths us smiles.
The opportunity to start over and come into a place where Love abounds is a beautiful blessing. No one has the answers to what we need, but if attention is paid, intuition may supply our longing. We follow our hearts and listen to our spirit’s guidance.
I am grateful I am out of the inhumane rays of the sun. Texas, this far south, never cools down. Sleep evaded me last night, but I am trying to prepare for a better night. I appreciate that God gives peace so rest and restoration occur. Nothing I do seems enough, but there still abides hope.
PROMPT: Are you coming apart or moving forward? Even in the breaking, a story is threaded through. You are moving, and that is all that is required. If you have your pieces of peace in order, that is wondrously grand. Create something that is a testimony of this moment in your search for purpose and meaning.
I write a lot of haiku, and the ones shown run over lines because the paper is not very big. You should try writing this counted syllable form as a warm-up to more intense creation. The counts are 5-7-5, and there is no rhyme scheme. If you are a visual artist, you can still work on the exercise because when we write by hand, it is an artistry of its own.
I think that is as much as I have right now. I hope your day is full of blessings. Find the discipline you need to reach your creativity and fill your life until it overflows. Remember, you are forever loved. Be a star shining that you might lend another person light. Love, and then keep on loving more. This is why we are given life.
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When Contemplating The loss Of most of My worldly Possessions Because I have No space Here in Texas And cannot Travel back To Georgia, In any case, My Heart Breaks.
My mind Descends Saying there Is no life Left for You, Take it, Leave. Suicidal Ideation Becomes pressing The voices louder. I fight – A welterweight Contending For Existence.
I Have Been Cleaning Everything In sight, Keeping busy To allow My heart Room To Fight A mind Gone Haywire Once more – Worst than Every Day Here Before.
I have Purpose NOW Even though my Wayward brain Would have It, I forget. Demanding I quit, But It fails To Recognize I Never Give Up! When Ringed Around With turmoil, Trouble, I excavate Digging deep Where no Killer impulse Can go, grow.
I am Expert In Entertaining Myself with Loves Which are Forever; And immersing Myself In Prayer. Jesus Washes Me clean. He has my Victory!
Still, And Still, Time/Space Are a vexing Trial. Consistent Battles Carry Thunderous Barrage – Punching Low, Below, But I shall Not Give In!