Poetic Inkwells and More

  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 lat...

  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...