THIS WRITTERS HEART

So, another poem became a song overnight; now a total of six poetry songs by this creative heart. Jacob's Ladder was a poem that wrote for another poetry challenge on the  KSW group. I've known the kids' song all my life, but reading the story yesterday surprised me to the little I knew about Jake. I always thought i was a physical ladder we were asked to climb, I hadn't realised it was a dream, Jake had that he lay his head on a stone to sleep. Isn't it funny what we teach and got taught in Sunday School often snippets of the good stuff. Life is definitely a new classroom of learning every new day. Full story can be found in Genesis 28:10 -17. It is amazing how God connects His word to our gifts of creativity and in our own understanding and development. A little bible nugget transforms itself into creative writing genres, art and expressive art such drama, music and dance. The critics can make it harder and harder for us to reach our creative full potential often ...

WoW can you believe we are into another month already, clocks have gone back and the nights are darker.  And one month away from Christmas, I think I can get away with mentioning Christmas now (can't I 🤔). This year I was introduced and asked to share my poetry regularly on https://www.heartscribe.co.uk/ . What a blessing it has been and it definitely boosted my writing confidence. In the last month and a half, I have started turning some my poetry into songs. I'm not a song writer, but it is something I have fancied doing for a while now. In order for this to happen I've had to let go of my AI fears and doubts. I don't trust easily it takes me time to build up trust in people and situations. Someone introduced me to the Suno app, here I started upload some of my work and with the encouragement of heartscribe and the help of God's Holy Spirit, it has been possible.  https://suno.com/s/YYIg5LzQit46HuwJ  Those who know me will know that punctuation and grammar ...

This was a tough one to write today  I've ever written because I know the reality behind it. Alot of my poetry relates to experiences in my past present and future even when it leads to difficult questions and consequences . Poetry and prayer  is my survival instinct. This now is my fifth poem turned into a song (link to thesongis locatedat theend of the poem).  WALKING AWAY The hardest thing today When I had to walk away I simply could not stay Walking away was necessary I reached out day after day For us every day, I would pray I gave us every opportunity Walking away is necessary Daily asking the question why But getting not one reply For us, my heart does cry Walking away was necessary So, walk away, walk away We've nothing more to say There's no more aces to play Walking away can be healthy All those years we'd enjoy Such an incredible journey Now, it will be just a memory Walking away is necessary So, farewell to our yesterday Hello to our untold destiny As we ha...

JUST BEFORE: BY SARAH JOY HOLDEN  Before we critise, give praise Before we withdraw, let us reach out Before we complain, may we encourage Before we look inwards - look out. Before we cast hate, show love more Before we teach, we must first learn Before we are served, first serve Before we surrender, let us try again. Before we run, first learn to walk Before seeking more, count our blessings Before we assume, seek the truth Before we are friends, we are strangers. Before we say goodbye, say hello Before we journey, seek the way Before we overlook, let us observe Before we end, we must begin. Before we speak, open ears to listen Before we agree, let us consider Before we leave, we have to come in Before we act, let us pray to our Father. ©️

THE UNKNOWN STRANGER He sits alone on the bench Looking out onto the street Strange faces pass him by Not one has time for him today. As the wind blows around him This seat is so uncomfortable Footsteps quickly pass him by Not one pauses for him today. This day turns into the night Merry souls stagger passing by To frightened to shut his eyes No one cares where he sleeps. A man the world once respected Now a soul forgotten in time His face now goes unrecognised No one seems to have time for him. As the sun now begins to rise Here alone he eternally sleeps Folk clickbait as he's carried away That man they daily passed by. He is alone in death as in life Strange faces file past his grave Wrapped up in their own reflections For a stranger they had no time for. For our God who loves a try'er He loves the one we call a stranger The kindness and grace of a saviour Through every passing hour. ©️Sarah Joy Holden The parable of the good Samaritan -  Luke 10:25-37 (niv bible)

GOD IS THERE TO Mountains and valleys The rivers and streams From seas to oceans God is right is there to. The forests to the fields Pathways to bridleways Roads that lead to lanes God is right is there to. From Earth to the skies The rocks to the caves In the desert to the hills Where I am God is there to. ©️ Sarah Joy Holden GUIDED BACK HOME  I couldn’t find the way to go, Until I saw you upper ahead. So, I hurried my pace to you, Where you heard me and turned. Hello you said, how are you? "I’m lost" said me, which way do I go. They replied why don’t you know, You’ve lived here all your life. I’ve never been this way before; It is all very strange to me now. Everything has change too much, I’m flummoxed which way I go. They said continue to go straight up, Take a left-hand turn and your there. I said my farewell and of I went again, But soon I lost my way once more. This road I have never seen before, Had they sent me the wrong way. Had I missed heard the instructi...