365 Creativity Project-Day 146

Journal entry:

Journal 6-3-20120001

Today’s poetry prompt comes from The Sunday Whirl. I went in a very unexpected direction after looking at the words given, but I hope you will like the poem.

Depths and Heights

They beat Him until
His back split open under
The lash’s harsh edge
They made His skin darkly bruise,
He did not crumple or crouch.

They all burst into
Laughter at His suffering
And tried to draw Him
Into answering with guilt,
But there was none within Him.

On Golgotha’s hill
The nails pierce His tender skin,
They chisel a hole
And drop His cross with a crash
Hanging Him under Heaven.

The sun’s glow sudden
Hides from such an awful scene
Where the Son of God
Deserted to horrible
Torture surrenders to death.

The story does not
In such tragedy then end
For Christ rose from death,
He now reigns with the Father
And He is coming again.

Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Sunday, June 3, 2012



My sweet baby girl, Hope…


14 year old, Penny…


What a face… Ko-Ko…


Another shot of my Hope…

I am grateful:

1.   I was able to sleep in.
2.   Our dogs are so sweet and companionable.
3.   I paid my insurance this morning.
4.   I have a powerful computer.
5.   Mom feels well today.

I hope you have enjoyed a relaxing Sunday. If you would like, follow the link to The Sunday Whirl and use those words to write your own poem or short story. If that does not appeal, write a five item thankful list and build a poem around it. Of course, anything else you want to do that is creative would be good.

Leave a comment if something touched your heart or mind or if you have advice for me.

Jo Ann


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  1. #1 by markwindham on June 3, 2012 - 10:49 pm

    excellent job of weaving the words into THE story. Well done. Love the pics. When I got married a shitzhu resembling the grey/white one. he was with us 15 years.

    • #2 by Jo Ann J. A. Jordan on June 3, 2012 - 11:05 pm

      Thank you Mark. I really could see nothing but an accident when I first looked at the words, but then they formed in me to go back to the Greatest Story Ever Told.

      Glad you like the pictures. I love our dogs so much. I bet yours was a treasure too. Hope, the gray/white one, is nearly six years old. She is mine and I hope she lives a long life. She is in my lap right now. She heard on the news that there were going to be storms later tonight and she is staying very close. She is terrified of thunder.

      I am in Douglas county, a ways out of Douglasville. I read on your blog that you were in the suburbs of Atlanta as well. Welcome neighbor.

      Thank you for visiting and commenting. I really appreciate it.

      Jo Ann

      • #3 by markwindham on June 3, 2012 - 11:25 pm

        yep, we are in NE Paulding, so not too far. One of our three mutts is a storm dog; seems pretty calm curled up on the couch right now, so storms must be a ways off. 🙂

      • #4 by Jo Ann J. A. Jordan on June 4, 2012 - 4:56 pm

        It really got rough this morning and something knocked our power out for a while. I think Hope is just becoming a total lap dog.

  2. #5 by magicalmysticalteacher on June 4, 2012 - 10:18 am

    A number of other poets described/explored physical violence, but not against the non-violent One. You’ve told the story well. Amen.

    Half a Whirl

    • #6 by Jo Ann J. A. Jordan on June 4, 2012 - 4:59 pm

      Thank you. I am glad you appreciated what I did. I hope you will visit again.

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