#writephoto Inspired by Sue Vincent’s weekly photo prompt
https://scvincent.com/?s=Photo+prompt&submit=Search
I spoke a call to Easter
rather shouted a prayer
felt caught in a Lion’s den
death near my door, scythe in hand
of all things alone in despair
robbed of all equity and care
my voice travelled beyond the realm
wrapped in an arrow
soaring without end
landing amongst ancients council
alas they heard a song with tentacles
from far beyond the field of white flowers
with hustle and bustle they sent power
in my belly freshness reigned
with sun and wind and rain
from the realms beyond here
in fields of gold
in open air
a voice called out my name
burning, aflame
© Jordan
Jordy’s Streamings 
Wow, this is incredibly, Jordy! I felt like I heard someone speaking it as I was reading, and I experienced such depth inside of me. Thank you. Blessings to you! ❤ You are gifted.
Debbie
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Oh bless you, Debbie!❤️ It brings me joy to know that it touched you on a deep level. I always try to dig deep just for that reason, for us that need love. Thank you! 🤗
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Love your writing Jordan. It is such a celebration and appreciation of the depth of life. So glad you are in my class. Hugs and blessings, Anne
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Hugs Anne!! Thank you very much!! Indeed we are blessed to have opened that door!! Blessings to you!!💞
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Lovely Jordy💜💜
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Thank you, Willow! 💗
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This is a super poem.
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I felt embraced as I read through the words in your poem.
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Ahh, very sweet Helene. I felt a simpatico with your writing as well. Blessings.
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How beautiful, Jordis xx
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Thank you, dear Sue! Inspired by the work with you, Steve and Stu and The Silent Eye xx🌹
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It is a lovely tribute to the work YOU have done, Jordis.xx
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Tears, kisses, love to you Sue xx
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Hugs, Jordis xxx
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