Poetic Inkwells and More

  Bookends                     by Clara Mitchell On one end of my life, I have found a deeper place with God. The deeper place Anchors my devotions. On the other end of my life, It is like a dead end. Two bookends to my life. My life evolves into chapters. The in between times of my life Are found in these bookends. The warfare is evident. As long as I push against the dead end-- I will have the right outcome. Turning the pages of the chapters of my life, Is turning away from the old life. (II Cor 5:17) The anchor goes deep so not to drift. The changes will help me finish my life. The new creation finds its place and prevents dead ends. Simple child like faith in God's son- Jesus will wash our sins away. Repent and be made whole while there is time- Step out of the in between life And enter into eternal life.

 The Poet's Ear                  by Clara Mitchell Words flood into the poet's ear. If such rapids continue too long, I will soon go deaf. This tide pulls me to my desk. Divine inkwells awaken this moment. Pure words capture my insight. Scripts drip with fresh ink. I hear the verse form One by one-- The verses recite a new poem. The Holy Oracles of God Like a flood, Have left eternal marks  In the poet's inner ear. The inner ear is a sanctum-- Call it my temple, or dwelling Place for my inner man. The words are gone. Inspire me again. The water lines are proof-- These ears will hear again and again. The poet must finish the poem. The poet's ear creates like a musician-- Who can play by ear. The poet's words are an arrangement Composed by the Holy Spirit. The hidden directing force  Behind all the curtains of life.

 One Christmas Day              by Clara Mitchell I like to gather trinkets all in a line-- Row after row. A chorus of cherubs with six sounding trumpets, Rolling out from a gift box, And into the palm of my hand. I could see the dance of music. I caught a glimpse of pink and colors like cotton candy-- The colors held a carousel of Angels. I gave a gentle push to the lead Angel. The harps began to play. The Angel's wings took flight moving the Carousel round and round. I too, went round and round as if I had wings.  I was unable to stop falling into my Christmas tree-- The branches broke my fall. There were many tiers of Angel hair. Beneath the tree's frosted needles, I saw Mary and Joseph kneeling next to me. Moving as close as I could, I was able to kneel, In hopes that the Child that lay Could hear my carousel of Angels play.

In the last days, and prior to this time; many people are finding themselves isolated and set apart from others. The people are both Christian and non-Christian. I heard a sermon by Christine Caine where she was preaching about staying close to God and especially now as the days grow darker with evil. Her ability to bring home the image of this walk became quite clear as she said, "handcuff yourself to Jesus". I agree, and the idea was clear to help us all prepare for the darker days ahead. I have often felt like "a prisoner of the Lord." (Ephesians 4:1-4) "I therefore, the prisoner of the Lord, beseech you that ye walk worthy of the vocation wherewith ye are called, 2With all lowliness and meekness, with longsuffering, forbearing one another in love: 3Endeavoring to keep the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace. 4 There is one body, and one Spirit, even as ye are called in one hope of your calling:" I wrote a poem in May of 2024 as I prepared and hope...

His Way                              Clara Mitchell 11/15/24 When I step out of the way-- New poetry is on the way. Jesus is a way maker. His ways prevent lost poetry. How many sunken poetry treasures, Lost in a sea of writer's blocks? Pages sink deeper-- The blocks build over time. Revision makes a way to revive Lost blocks of time. One block at a time Fills new pages of poetry. Words find their place when they fit. God knows the value of a word fitly spoken- "they are like apples of gold." Proverbs 25:11 A poet has riches untold. Words find places to fit like things in a room. If I block the word or place, The entire flow will slow. There is a flow chart to follow for each new poem. Words flow into place. The writer's block can no longer build. The blocks have no more place. Now I can pick up where I left off.

 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...