Profound Loss

I was younger by
A dozen years, in two past,
My life was mine then –
So much taken from me now
Living less matters somehow.

Living is only Death alive.

©Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Monday, December 1, 2025

What Cometh Upon Morning

Truth, Ink Skips

The day,
now, arrives
Abstract as
splotches
dripped from
A hard-shaken
brush;
What fading
becomes, of us,
When we
hardly stay
in touch?
We wake,
lightning stroke,
Days so many
thoughts
provoke;
We used to
get up early
so we could ski
on the lake
before other
campers got
in the water.
Often fog
would lie
in stillness
until we
cleaved it,
Fog on lake,
like smoke.
Those great
heavy stones,
So originally
placed;
Existence
has weight.
Consciousness
becoming
clear in
daybreak’s
glamorous
glare.
Creativity
anchored
within
Love so
deep,
Summer
songs repeat.

Prompt: Can you synthesize memory and philosophy in a burst of Creativity? Try!

So It Goes…

The dream comes close now
Even as I prepare here,
Never meant to go
Yet adventure calls aloud;
Who can tell that angel, “No!”

Actually

Why is there dancing
In a moment so somber?
Riptide takes plunder.

Emotions Drift

Lone Star Way

Texas, she is wild
A rodeo, bronco-buck,
A ringing bell to
Raise the shunt, bull breaks you up
Shining star to guide you back.

They say, “Life is BIG!” –
You know it when working rig,
Given miles of smiles
Launched into something beyond –
How living is made brand new.

Texas, incautious,
Frightening, overanxious,
But come about Life
Real faces, joy each traces
Everyone going places.

“No one plans to stay,”
But somehow, most get caught, dazed,
By the awesome part
That steals deep into the heart
Reminding one Love is True.

Texas is a song,
Stiff wind blowing sand, grass,
Catching doors, close fast,
Driving rain, square dancing rooves
Settling strangers onto stools.

Coming prove ready
Your life will sudden speedy
Overdrive its test
Keep together or make mess
Flying high, the better, blest.

Texas, she is wild,
Open, for each one decides
How to live and thrive
Within a state full alive
Not just a bit, and get by.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Thursday, May 1, 2025

Fulsome Calm

I am sure others
Are more stable and able
But I still love life
Even when it causes tears,
I can say, “Thank God today!”
When hard things rain down
There is comfort to be found
In knowing Jesus
Holds my life His steadfast hands
I have faith He understands.
Giving everything
To the Lord, trusting His work
God gives me my worth
Nothing on Earth can take it
Because nothing here made it.
Mercy, grace, give me hope,
Redeemed, made whiter than snow
By the Lamb of God
Who Loves me eternally
Christ Jesus safety bestows.

When grief hits me like a stone, and I wish for my old home that can never be restored, I take shelter in the Lord.
I have learned that days are often beyond my control, but prayer lends a foundation to continue on.

Life may not go well at all times, but it is still, underneath the anguish, well with my soul. Jesus can handle the storms and bring me through, maybe shaken, but not destroyed.

I am thankful:
1. I have a church.
2. Creativity works.
3. There is fresh water.
4. I have things to help when my mind makes a mess of me.
5. There are people I love who love me.

What are you thankful for today? Noticing things that bring gratitude can enrich lives. I invite you to make a list, if only mentally; writing works well because it solidifies concepts and gives them depth.

I do not post as often as possible, but my journal absorbs thoughts daily.

PROMPT: Write down a few thoughts today, especially if your life challenges you right now.

Thank you for visiting my site and lending me a bit of your attention. So many things take time, and I am very glad you chose to read this entry.

May God bless you abundantly from His riches in Christ Jesus.

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Always and Evermore,
Jo Ann

Creative Production Day

Above the line is some material I found on FaceBook. Below is my reaction to it. That part has my copyright.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I hope today finds you well and I pray God’s abundant blessings on you.

Prompt: Find time to create something during your day. Even if it is just working in a journal like I have here, you need to express yourself in your media of choice.

If you will, please comment, follow, and like what you found here.

You are precious, loved, and worthy. I hope you find hope and joy each day.

Be safe, stay well, and enjoy all you can.

Reclaimation

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.

Fond Haiku, Busyness, Too

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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Always & Evermore,
Jo Ann

Tag: Poetry