My response to the current LiSb prompt about hope: a juuichi, also for NaPoWriMo day 22 (I skipped day 21 because I got hope late and didn’t even write anything until past 10 p.m.).
Hope
Lives in heartbeats,
One after another,
Countless treasures of
Life
I finished a décima just now and am sharing it for NaPoWriMo day 11.
Give glory to God, all peoples, He has restored my soul to life, Rewarded me after all strife, So that my joy may soon be full. In deep darkness I felt a pull To life, was rescued from Death's jaws -- So I would like to take a pause, My great Deliverer to thank, Helped me to float when my boat sank. Give all of Heaven some applause.
It’s time for my Tuesday-evening Sijo! This week’s theme is temptation. The first topic that I thought of is Jesus’s temptation in the desert, which was the Gospel reading on Sunday, but I wrote about something else:
When the darkness descends, when it invades, taking me captive,
I am tempted to think there is no light — yet I keep searching,
Until after excruciating pain, I find it right by me.
Kriti at the blog “Life is Beauty” asks us this question: “Life is a story. What does yours say?”
I can’t tell you what my life says so far… but what I want it to say, what I hope it will say, is that a person can triumph over his or her difficulties and suffering and, to quote the great Fulton Sheen, “Life is worth living.” In order to convey such a message with my life, I first need to believe it myself. I am not shy in admitting that my medication helps me to see that life is worth living and to find hope in every day. It seems like a miracle to me, after having been literally suicidal for so long, and now I want to get a better job and drive, and I believe that there is a possibility that I can actually flourish, not only survive but thrive.
Of course, this post would be incomplete without pointing to my Savior Jesus Christ, to whom I give credit for the lifesaving miracle of modern medicine and the deep love of my friends. However, I hope to inspire people of all faiths because no one is excluded from this hope. Depression kills, but it doesn’t have to.
writing down each day
reasons now to stay alive
a lengthening list
It’s Tuesday evening, so it’s time for my sijo using last week’s prompt! Our inspiration is “pace.”
This life may seem to be going, at a slower pace than others’,
Here I am growing older, yet not much seems to be happening —
In one single day, a vibrant cactus flower can bloom.
My response for Stream-of-Consciousness Saturday, a day late (but the acronym SoCS still fits!).
Let us
This day give thanks
With all our hearts, for life:
There is beauty right here where you
Are now.
The air
Filling your lungs is a great gift,
Blood pumping through your veins
And returning
To heart.
Just wanted to share a little something, for FOWC and MVB prompts, since I didn’t post yesterday. Maybe I will come back later.
The paths of life are hardly straight But wander all the way, I walk with my unsteady gait Arriving at Today. Unsure which way I ought to turn I stand completely still, All of my being wondering What might happen, what will. The path ahead remains uncertain, As does the time of final curtain.
Life is hardly ever ideal, but it can always be good.
— one of my happy thoughts from yesterday
Yesterday was not an ideal day, and I didn’t even post for JusJoJan (although now I’m using the word). However, there were several aspects to be happy about, and by the end of the day, I felt very loved. Fun fact: I only wrote 2, very cruddy poems yesterday, but today I have 5 1/2 already.
For One-Liner Wednesday.
The prompt for JusJoJan is “complaint.” Also for MVB: Melody. Depression really is an illness, because I don’t have any real complaints about my life (other than the fact that I can’t yet drive, and it’s going to take me forever to learn well). However, I wrote this poem, thinking about how depression sucks the life out of life. If that makes sense.
All the beauty depression dims, Makes me sleep, when I should Keep my eyes open: Lack of an attention span Truncates melodies, where Once I would listen fully, Sensing more than discordant Harmonies, and appreciating All the different instruments In life's amazing orchestral piece.
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