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.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Monday, September 29, 2025

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

Concentrated, Consecrated, Concrete?

 

Sometimes I scroll Facebook, Instagram, or X. I post a few likes and a comment or three. Occasionally, I share something that came to my mind. Often, I feel a little guilty for spending precious time that way. Is it a waste of time? People may say it is, but it is a conduit for interaction with others in the world out there beyond my screens. I think they are just as desperate for someone to notice they have taken the time to create a thing and launch it into another mind as I am.

Are the people who crusade against spending time “scrolling” not also using their own platforms for the exhortations? We bask in the reality that our lives are bigger than our bodies. It has always been that way, but our social media allow us to know in a concrete way that we make waves in the fabric of time and space.

Okay, I know words or pictures on a screen are not concrete, but the mind behind what so magically appears and the one that sees it and adds it to the stores within his or her brain are real. Transmission of information is the culmination of millions of hours of effort by people, human beings, whose identities we never know. Their effectiveness in changing our lives is not diminished by our not being in the space with them, working to make these wonders exist.

It is easy to believe in Jesus when we think about how we have the Holy Bible with us, even as we believe someone or something real created what we experience on screen. We, ourselves, know so little of how our being settles onto a screen in front of us and before someone in another space that we can compare it to prayer. We are here, and creativity, the Lord, and another soul almost seem as nebulous as molecules and atoms. We trust that “scientific facts” are true, though we may fail to understand their workings at all. Science and God are in definite ways connected; those who began to explore and relate the references society has built itself around believed in God and were not in opposition to His Being.

We exist within the mind of the LORD, and we also live in the throne room of Heaven. Should we then be more mindful in the conduct of our lives? I believe so. Is scrolling the World Wide Web a transgression? No more than other actions we take. As my parents often reminded me, “All things in moderation.” This is the information that imbues all parts of life with meaning. We, being consumed by any portion of life to the exclusion of others that hold as much or greater importance, are wasteful. On a level of pure being and meaning, we have work we must do. Work that changes lives, mine, and yours. Our purpose is Love for God and one another.

Um, I say writing is just talking on the page. As my audio conversations get carried away, because my brain is neurodivergent, so has this session of writing. Thank you for your participation in my creation. I hope you know that, as I can write, so can you. You have valuable thoughts to share. Please give yourself permission to say what your truth is on the page and share it with others who may need your voice to give them their own.

May the Lord Jesus Christ be with you always through His Spirit. I hope you experience peace and Love abundantly and receive multitudes of blessings. Returning you to your regularly scheduled programming. Do not forget you are Loved extravagantly and never alone.

 © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Thursday, May 22, 2025

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


© Jo Ann J  A. Jordan

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.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Monday, May 5, 2025

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.

Please follow, like, and possibly share the site with someone else who might find it helpful.

Always and Evermore,
Jo Ann

Creative Production Day

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
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
© 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.

Two Handled Door

I looked up and there was a two-handled door. I had never, I remembered, seen this here before. My mind began to hypothesize what might be beyond it, what great secrets I might see. Was it reality or only fantasy that was drawing me?

I thought I glimpsed a sundrop and a trace of moonlight, too. There was within the moment a task, which I must do. No one else was around to see this portion, this vision given me. The door beguiled me, it emptied me of doubt and cast my fears away.

As my hands touched the smooth cool handles and gripped both tight enough to open up the door, there was a whisper, perhaps I heard. It spoke, “Oh, now careful be, monsters are living in the spaces between yesterday and whatever can be, you see. The door is closed to prevent catastrophe. We need not enter, the adventure will exact a fee, as it has throughout history.”

I was so excited by the mystery, the words of caution had no effect on me. There was a click, a swish, and my eyes met so suddenly with something somewhat other, extraordinary. It seemed this strange door opened on a world even my creative brain had never before imagined could be.

Though the coastal breeze still brought the tang of a salt-tempered sea there were magenta-toned mountains just a little in the distance before me. I blinked and then stifled a shudder of fascinated glee. Ah, why did I hesitate? This was everything I ever hoped to encounter, a stratospheric milieu, a part of which I would be. Beyond this instant was an infinity stretching into eternity.

I stepped over the threshold and the door clicked quickly shut behind me. I reached back, pushed against the handles and found them locked. A momentary worry, then it deserted me. I was becoming a part of this uniquely beautiful country, more spectacular than even well-kept dreams. I was ready, primed for discovery.

Story and Photograph:
© Jo Ann J. A Jordan
Wednesday, July 10, 2024

This house sometimes brings me stunning opportunities for awesome unreal images like I have never seen. This one was ripe for the taking and caught my imagination.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Prompt: Stay alert for images that can ignite your imagination and lead to idea generation. Your mind is a creativity engine much more advanced than the most capable AI. Dream, imagine, make, and create.