Poetic Inkwells and More

 Giving My Gift Away   by Clara Mitchell 5/29/2024 I am giving multiple births over my lifetime. The births are not flesh and blood. The births are words inside of me. The words have my voice. My DNA is etched inside each line. The imagery is developed over time. It grows and grows till it is understood. Poetry has a lifespan-- It depends on the words. It can live on and on Or pass away by evening. Creativity is not bound by its passing. Inside every poet or writer is an inkwell. An inkwell that patiently waits to be filled up. Inspiration helps, Prayer invites our ears to hear God, I meditate on different concepts. The pen begins to use the inkwell. There are signs of life across the page. At last, another overflow of ink. Many lines appear out of nowhere. It is like a sudden shower Only to be gone in an hour. I am in the final push of birthing new poems. I have more inside. I gladly give my gift away. The timing is of the Lord. There comes an end

No One Can Replace Us         by Clara Mitchell 3/24/2024 People pick me up as soon as I am published-- Or should I say born. Poetry is like a baby. The seed sneaks in unaware for a later time. Later the narrative opens into a few lines. The lines begin to make stretch marks. The realization of a new poem touches My senses to listen. The lines speak like an audition-- Pick me, take me into your study. Sit with me and ponder my words. What did my poem do to you? Read it again. The theme is bursting through. I care less over a few stretch marks. The life of this poem must find its new home. The delivery is now done. Published and in circulation. I will leave it with the editors. Someone will adopt this work of thoughts. It is like a rush of adrenaline The contractions are closer now. Which editor will foster this newborn. How many times will I submit poems like this? Sending you off to make room for new pushy poems. They will get through no matter the wait.

  Running Your Race       by Clara Mitchell I promise to create. A time for a clean slate. Put away the sin that does so easily besets us. The Christian race is a life marathon. Hebrews 12:1   says, “Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us.” Put away and tidy up. Same theme for keeping house. Same theme for keeping our spiritual house. God is a God of order. Lay aside. The weight of sin. Lay aside. God has set things up. The racetrack is ready. Everyone takes your mark, set, And go. I am not running late. The set time is set. My lane is open for me.  I will stay in my lane. How many laps or years to go? Never mind, keep running.  It is His will that we all finish our race. God holds the stopwatch. His Timepiece is accurate. God sets our lives in motion and He removes us a

  Because the Days are Evil (Eph 5:16-18) God asks us to redeem the time…  Things have been ending for a long time.  Many now believe that we are in the end times.  A window of time remains open.  I want to share about a time concept called Kairos.  In Greek the word Kairos means time.  In Greek, it translates: a pregnant moment, a time for Opportunity and favor, or a point in time. Kairos is unlike the watch that tells time (chronos) in minutes, Seconds and hours—a measurement of time.  Kairos is a moment in time that is right to Bring opportunity into our life.  God is the God of many chances.  Moments of Kairos can buy us back lost time. A point in time is our Kairos time.  Opportunity knocks when God is at the door.  Each life looks at opportunity from their vantage point.  God knows the seasons and times for everything.  What time have we lost?  God gives us windows of Kairos time.  Forget the reasons for losing opportunities and time.  Now is the time to redeem those years. God c

  The words are twirling and swirling like a top. I feel giddy when I make it stop. The words rise again to the top. The top creates the motion. The words create emotion. I cannot make it stop. I love the little top!

Hide and Seek        by Clara Mitchell 3/22/2024 I must put away childish things. God is right. There are exceptions. Our inner child at times makes an appearance. Depending on our stage in life, It opens the stage for an unexpected scene. A scene where the actor changes the script. This type of behavior is not well received by directors. God often plays hide and seek when He tests us. We seek Him early, We seek to find Him-- Usually hidden in a new revelation. It is both playful and mysterious. The seeking is hard work. The hiding places of God Are sometimes a mystery to find. I know I am hidden in Christ. God seeks after me. He calls me to follow Him. He knows my whereabouts Even in the night seasons. I cannot avoid His searchlight. He shines the light on me. I cannot escape His commands. He knows all my hiding places. I hide in modern day caves. I surrender to His arrest. God is looking for me. The great Shepherd is seeking me.