Joy’s Inspiration

Sometimes…I don’t have anything important to say;

But me? I like to play around with words anyway…

And I’m wondering…

Can I pull something from this still sea of tranquility?

Without inspiration must I abandon my word ability?

Yes, I’m pondering…

On the meaning of what I do as I search for a reason…

To share my words with you in and out of my season;

Am I really floundering?

In a sea of useless thoughts they call a writer’s block?

Or if I without thought write will my purpose unlock?

Am I time squandering?

Will truth emerge from these floating random words?

If I hammer long enough will inspiration flock as birds?

My ideas meandering…

An epiphany spark, imagination lights in bright yellow!

My fractals of thought ordered, tasty like a lime Jell-O!

I do love to go wandering…

I enjoy spelunking the unknown labyrinth of my mind!

Journey into my inner mystery; Truth is my joy to find!

Might of inspiration roaring!

Flowing words of true beauty, Truth is key, words unlock…

Spirit’s purpose over-rides emptiness of my writer’s block.



In Joyful Reverence

Father, fill this weary heart,

With your Spirit, your presence!

Infuse my mind with reverence,

Beyond ideas of human art!


May an aroma, a Holy essence,

Melt my anxious heart!

This day is a new start;

Live for you in Holy reverence!


Break sin’s pride apart,

By awareness of your presence!

Heaven is more than severance,

The gift of a new heart!


Bear Jesus’ Name in reverence,

By Holy Spirit, not apart!

No Jesus in carnal heart!

In Jesus, I enter God’s presence!


Praise from faith’s heart,

Grateful raise in pleasing essence!

Worship offer in awed reverence,

Giving day a joyful start!



Joy for Christian Writers

Inside my very active mind,

Ideas in rapid succession ignite!

Searching for words to bind,

Coalesce; idea with feeling unite;

Expressions once born blind,

Mate in reason by words I write;

Share human wisdom I find,

An expression of self; often trite;

Words and lust left to grind,

Carnal onyx thought needs light;

Oh! Calm my overactive mind!

Satisfy my compulsion! To write,

Truth in poetic lines, un-bind!


Quieted mind enabled receive;

A truth lands lightly, as soft feather;

Stilled heart enabled to believe!

And held to Father by Spirit’s tether;

Should I fail to write I will grieve!

Suffer failure; and in ebony weather,

Face the fate unbelievers receive;

Writer’s joy is in surrender to Father!

His Words I’m unable to conceive;

Breathe into quieted mind no bother;

Wisdom by faith in Jesus, retrieve,

Save to encourage sister and brother;

Words for all whom willing, believe!


On a Moonlit January Night

Sitting alone in a moon-lit window, Crystal tries to relax and breathes deep to pull in the silence enveloping her world at two in the morning. Outside her window, a new snow blankets everything, deepening the quiet of these timeless hours. The storm is passing and the breaking moon displays the artistry of the storm. Beams of muted light streaming in through Crystal’s favorite window create a halo outlining her long, wavy, blond hair. Sparks of pink fire ignite a shimmering twinkle in an atmosphere of Midnight Blue, along the length of her silk negligee. Nearly immune to the beauty created by the moonlight, of which she is a part of, it is the quiet that holds Crystal’s attention. Listening intently to the nothingness and feeding on its calm. This is what awakened her from an exhausted sleep, this hunger for time to simply be, Crystal.

Repressed thoughts and feelings, as if knowing their time to be heard has come, flood the silent calm of Crystal’s mind. All the yearning and disappointments stuffed down during the rush of busy days, present themselves in this quiet moment, stark in contrast to this night’s peaceful, midnight mood. The truths that Crystal wants to ignore, march into her present thoughts, in rank and file, demanding their power be recognized. In this still moment a long put off reckoning is come. The silence of this moon-lit winter night provides no hiding place for the unpleasant reality she longs to ignore. Rather, the opposite occurs and she sees herself and her life stripped naked with nothing to cover what is lacking and nothing to highlight her strengths. Here in this quiet that is now deafening, Crystal must confront “Self”.

Crystal suddenly feels very small and alone. Helpless isn’t a state of mind she tolerates in others and seeing it in herself is crushing. However, when acknowledging her awful truths, her helplessness to overcome them alone is obvious. Crystal slumps into the arms of her favored soft chair and attempts to again, breathe in the stillness of the night and make it her own. She holds that quiet breath until her lungs feel they are to burst and then, she lets out a tortured sigh. Tears begin to wash over her cheeks in the same instant; silver streams glistening in moon light. Crystal falls from the chair to her knees, leans her head into her arms whispering, “Father!” A small still voice that seems to come from the stillness of the night but also, from within Crystal replies, “Daughter, I Am here. I’ve always been here and I will always be. Come, let me hold you and give you the comfort and the guidance you need.” These whispered words not spoken through a human mouth but by Spirit impress themselves upon Crystal’s sad, tired heart and satiate her with the peace her soul hungers for. Quieted and assured, Crystal rises from the floor, wipes the tears from her eyes and upon falling into bed, sleeps the deep sleep of a snowy, moonlit, winter’s night.

The sun rises to reveal a purified white world and Crystal sparkling with renewed, spiritual joy, greets the beginning of better days. Set free by the truth she feared in the quiet of a January night.

Open to Joy!

Insular safety, closed off in cavernous refuge;

My hiding place, my home, it’s the natural me;

Needing no one! I’m cuddling in this lie so huge;

Self-imposing my isolation; refusing to be free;

Once it was good reason; year of pain deluge:

Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain!

Terrible bell! Agony’s relentless knell tolling!

Now, clanging stopped but left memory stain;

Lick the wounds; all the while days keep rolling;

Forgotten, moribound isolation finding no gain;

Satiate isolation fed on old memories re-rolling;

Disconnect! This torturous clanging, re- tolling!

Lone! Lone! Lone! Lone! Lone! Lone! Lone! Lo…

As Holy Spirit wind gusts! Window flies open!

Joyously! As sunshine floods self-incarceration!

Lighting dark corners, revealing all left broken;

As song birds soothe away my need for isolation;

Paving way for hearing His trust Words spoken!

A shattered soul’s reconnection with His Creation;

Heaven’s bells sing! As a new song begins ringing!

Love! Joy! Love! Joy! Love! Joy! Love! Joy! Love! Joy!

Heart wounds fester; mortify in cave-like isolation;

Healing starts when lonely hearts pry open to joy!






By His Right Arm


I Am standing, suffering self-contained.

Perpendicular to mankind’s reason;

Gazing over the vast expanse of time;

My vengeance is self- constrained!

Directing each and every season;

Toward the right conclusion of time;

In spite of the evil I left unrestrained!

Reclaiming all that I lost to treason;

Limit it to time, time, and half a time!

I leave My holy righteousness ingrained,

In children’s hearts, Spirit infusion!

Freeing them all from the prison of time;

Until Death’s sting I have fully contained;

Ending forever the universal confusion,

When by man Death began marking time;

Dispelling every deadly, strong delusion!

Of mortal human gods unrestrained;

Honor the One standing outside of time!

Omnipotent, perpendicular to our reason,

Jesus’ shed blood cleansing all sin stained!

God’s benevolent grace, saving age in time;

By My right arm! Defy age of human reason!

I Am standing, suffering self-contained.



Joy’s Sister Sorrow

Sorrow lit upon the rail of my balcony in the form of a strange dark bird and suddenly, my average day took a downward turn. Grey clouds, the same deep-grey, blue-to-black hue and texture of the unwanted bird, rolled in to gorge the once crystal sky. Great, swelling clouds of foreboding impregnated my mind as the atmosphere charged with threat. The announcement of my loss came like lightning and with each rolling pound of thunder unwanted reality forced its way in. Then the rain began. First, there were only a few cold, hard drops but those drops drummed faster with each passing moment as the new order settled in. Torrents of water flooded over me and through me, leaving me jeopardized and drowning in a muddy lake of emotional pain. The bird of sorrow opened up to sing with her call echoing my thoughts, “All is lost! All is lost!” Grief took me to my knees and then laid me down. I lay deflated in a heap of agony, overcome by the loss of what that dreadful bird stole from me and the fearful pain left behind to haunt in the void. In a single moment, the blessings I took for granted were gone! I and my life completely and forever changed because of that nasty bird sorrow and the terrible message she bore on devastating wings.

 Sorrow, the harbinger of death, locked me in iron talons and carried me to the very pit of death. That dark place, apart from the living God, created for those who turn their back on God; those who choose to live by their own devices and not by God’s every word. Death, allowed by God and imposed on life to limit the time human beings may live in this fallen state, is sorrow’s king and the grave, their imminent domain. Sin produces sorrow and all sin ends in death. In my broken state, this place appears as my home but I am not a child of sorrow and death, even though I often sin. I belong to Jesus. In Him, I am forgiven and in Him I hope for all others who also, sin. Sorrow and death are not my permanent state and even when sorrow drags me off to the grave, Jesus doesn’t abandon me there; not even when I despair and think to abandon God. My soul, though heavy with sadness, can’t be held in the grip of death for long. Jesus is faithful to comfort me in my emotional suffering and heal the wounds dealt to me by grief. In Him I rest.

 My eyes open, I rise and stretch. I grab a cup of coffee and head out to my deck and on the railing sits, a pure white dove! Her soft white feathers reflect the new-blue of the morning sky; and her wings sparkle with life! Her coo faintly echoes the sorrowful song of her sister Sorrow and I recognize this peaceful new bird as Sister Joy. The dead place within, warmed by the Holy Spirit, replenished as acceptance soothes my agony. Healing wounds itch and ache but “joy comes in the morning” and I am on the mend. I marvel how Joy and her sister Sorrow work in tandem, under the expert guidance of God, to draw me closer to Jesus and bless me in ways I could never understand without experiencing sorrow, as well as joy. These twin sisters, though not identical, are very much alike and they walk through life hand-in-hand. The point where their hands clasp and join is the birth-place of empathy, compassion, and mercy. The dead place sorrow left in my heart overflowed with life. I turned my eye to look for Joy, in the form of that beautiful dove and suddenly, she takes wing! I watch as she soars high, taking my sad thoughts with her, as I too begin to rise above my wounded state. Though I cannot like Sister Sorrow and I will always miss those she takes from me, I thank God for allowing her into my life. The work of Sister Sorrow creates more room for Sister Joy!

 Lamentations 3:22-23 Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.

Joy is God-breathed

Joy is God-breathed. It is a work of God in the hearts of human beings. True joy is received and comes with the filling of the Holy Spirit; when people open their hearts and minds to Jesus and believe. There is no true, eternal joy apart from that filling. All people, at times, experience joy but as human beings are mortal, human joy is temporary. The joy induced, by the Holy Spirit’s filling, is eternal because God is eternal. No matter what happens in life, the joy of believers can’t be destroyed.

John baptized Jesus and when he rose up out of the water, God sent His Holy Spirit, in the form of a dove, as a sign that approved of Jesus, the Son of Man, as also, being His Son. The Son He sired by His Holy Spirit. When believers receive Jesus, they too become sons of God, as they are inwardly and spiritually re-sired by the Holy Spirit of God. In them, Jesus is born and believers become new babes in Christ. Our mortal minds and bodies remain the same but the Holy Spirit changes us on the inside; we receive the mind of Christ.  Though outwardly, we remain carnal beings inwardly, we become spiritual, new creations in Christ. Even though our bodies will die, just as the visible world will also someday die, our spirits will live eternally in Jesus. We will never die and the joy we experience is eternal life in Christ. Faith in Jesus changes our status from sons of men to sons of God. The same Holy Spirit that sired and approved Jesus as His Son also, marks and sets apart believers, as God’s adopted children.

Nothing that breathes does so apart from the breath of God. Even those beings that live temporarily, live because God breathes His life into them. When He takes that breath back into Himself, they die. There is no life possible apart from the Living God. He is the God of all who are living, even when He isn’t acknowledged as such. The unique gift that Jesus offers to all people is that which He also, inherited from His Father: the gift of eternal life. It is the Holy Spirit that imparts that gift to us. Upon recognizing God for Who He is and how wanting we are in comparison to Him, the Spirit leads us to reach up to God as He reaches down to us through Jesus. Then we are filled with the Holy Spirit and we receive life that never ends. No matter what we do or what happens to us, God won’t draw back His Holy Spirit and that same Spirit begins the life-long work of transformation in us ( when that work is complete, we will be glorified and like Jesus). Our hearts cry, Daddy! And we continue from that moment, eternally joyful!