Poetic Inkwells and More

  Spiritual Comas by Clara Mitchell         (Mattew 9:12) I heard the Word of God go inside of me. It was like an IV drip, drip, drip. I am still awake but the sounds Of life seem far away. The Physician's notes Simply read--Induce coma. Spiritual comas do happen. My Physician has a plan. It has been years now. Same doctor at my side. The IV continues to drip new life. I am coming around now. I could hear sounds of excitement. The Physician stood smiling over my bedside. I was able to recognize Him. How long have I been gone? I was unaware of how spiritual comas exist In tandem with the Holy Trinity. It is a surprise revelation Of Revelry-- ecstatic love. The Physician left the room. The nurses left a change of clothes. By this time, I was wide awake. The walk into the hallway Is a short one. I was outside the building now. Unable to return as before. My Spiritual coma is ove...

  Inspiration at Work        by Clara Mitchell A time for nature, me and my poetry. Which of the three do I fancy the most? Poetry takes me out of the norm. I drink of this art every chance I can get. Poetry can be a release of sudden inspiration. Its purpose is timely for nature and me. In nature, I walk and talk with God. I want to let him know we are collaborating. Nature opens up a theme park to me. The themes reveal secrets about life. Discoveries are found in nature walks. Inspiration uncovers new places and  Meaning that was lost in prior walks. When I begin to connect with nature, The appearances of poetry are surrounding me. God shows up then a bird captures my eye. At once-- I am not alone with my thoughts. The verses are erupting into poetry. Nature hears my familiar steps. Nature calls me to walk off the path. I find that when I leave the walking path, I leave time behind. I embrace the grace of God. The grace that calls the words that Demand to...