Poetic Inkwells and More

 Matthew 5:6 Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled. KJV Thirst for Righteousness           by Clara Mitchell 11/15/2024 Going through a drought? (dry and thirsty land Psalm 63:1) Dry springs cannot quench my thirst for righteousness. Sipping here and there is too small a portion. Righteousness is scarce. I need to drink from a well of salvation. A well of living water. When I find this water, I will drink until I am full. I am like the wildlife in the forest-- seeking the scent of water. I remember Psalm 42:1 As the deer panteth for the water, So my heart pants after thee. The scripture is more clear When I stand in a dry and thirsty land. (Psalm 63:1) The silence while I seek for water opens my senses in a new way. The moist air grows more dense. I see the water, Closing in now, I extend my hands as a cup, I drink and drink and drink. Righteousness fills me up.

 Closure with the Rapture                 by Clara Mitchell 11-10-24 I am having closure with the Rapture hope.  The Rapture delay is again in God's will. The waiting and excitement --only to be stood up:) We all know what that feels like! Disappointment with a capital D! The fire is losing intensity. Even though the Rapture window is still open-- I see the answer already. Prepare and be ready next year. Occupy till He comes for us. I am glad I have more time to prepare. Grace with a capital G. Humor helps us with changes. God is full of changes. The wind is a good metaphor For the swift moves of God! I now wait on Him to lead me. I seek holiness and deeper times. Deep calls to Deep. I have a cup to fill. I also have inkwells to fill. A new pen is on order for me. A pen of righteousness is coming. It will rule and reign to honor God. I will seek God's will. His truth will confirm my steps. His truth will conform my steps And I will reach the t

  Short Love Story-- Love came late for me. I had to turn a blind eye And by doing so --love passes by. Love shed a tear for me.

A Lighthearted Poem about Love:)      by Clara Mitchell 11/23/2024 I fill my inkwells as often as I water my plants. Both need my attention to live and grow. My quill rests between stanzas and words. A new thought lifts the quill to find the inkwell. The quill at one time provided hours of writing. One molted feather still in flight as words appear on the page. The black ink is bold and cold. I hope to make up for this loss with colorful words.  The ink remains a constant black that easily stands out on my paper. The dark ink cloaks my words, While the colored ink gives rise to be seen. I add several splashes of color across the page. In the end, the colors do not carry the poem. Readers embrace the words. The first stanzas words are like a melody Of words that lead us into a dance. Our hearts pound and skip a beat. Yes, we all can fall in love with words. Cupid has arrows. A poet has words. Either way, love has made a way.

 Hello everyone! I have recently built this blog with blogger.com the blog address is https://poeticinkwells.blogspot.com. It is brand new, so I am working on adding an SEO campaign soon to help introduce the new site and build traffic. All the content is free to use with my by line. I do not take donations. My desire is to share uplifting content during these chaotic times.  I had some unexpected medical problems over the summer so I will be back later.  If you wish to email me or make comments on any of the pages that is fine. My email is clara74133@gmail.com. (current pic 5/2024) Medical update: All is well. Normal results. Symptoms gone. Sending love and prayers to all who visit, Clara Mitchell My Blog is here to uplift and inspire! Not all of my poems are overly faith based but the ideas and thoughts are my creative wheels turning and I try to catch all moments of my inspiration. My poems are reflections on life as I journey on and jot down ideas as they come to me. I use differen

  Boxes          by Clara Mitchell 12-26-2023 I bought a mattress in a box. I am traveling again. The mattress purchase reminds me Of when we put God in a box. When we open the box for the mattress It unfolds to a much more alarming size! I think God wants us to think of Him Outside of the box. I know that I have stuffed gifts and talents Inside of me, I am the container, a box if you will. I tried to open the goods But needed help to do so. The helpers were busy-- I soon discover many We are living their dreams in a box. How do we open up After being contained so long? What treasures are stuffed? Now at a later stage in life, I am unpacking some boxes That I have carried for some time. God was helping me to open up. My talents began to expand like this Serta mattress. The size and fit gave me pleasant dreams. God gave me a talent to write. It has been a long time in the making. My boxes did not truly unfold until late in life. My travels have