When one door closes….

When one door closes

Life is life.

There’s no blueprint, map or crystal ball,

Only your choice of who’ll you bring with you through it all.

There’s no telling sometimes of what life poses-

how when one door opens another one closes.

Or is that backwards?

Life is life.

When one door closes another one opens-

It may not’ve been the one you placed all your hope in.

You may not’ve known that a door was even there.

It may have been only in God’s watchful stare.

Life is life.

Forward or back-

Which way do I go?

Which door do I go through?

How am I to know?!?!

The choice of which door, or even walking through it, matters much less-

Than the choice of who you brought with you on each of life’s quests

Today I choose a life not wrought from my own desires, or my own plans-

But instead ask God to put my life in his own hands.

Life is Life.

It’s a fact so simple, so truthful and so well known!

But so many people miss the part of never, ever having to go through it……

Alone.

Joel Prickett

9/7/22

Turn

Turn

It’s in the moment where I feel most helpless that I need to turn

This lesson is simple but sometimes so hard to learn

If I’m helpless then I have no answers, I have no solutions for my problems

I need to turn to someone who knows how to solve them

I used to turn to something, anything to alter my minds sound

But when my mind would speak again no answers would be found

Only more helplessness stuck in my mind doomed for me to keep

It seems as though I dug my hole, once again, even more deep

When God was mentioned, I learned to always quickly turn away

So wrongfully directed, turning towards my own dismay

Then one day I tried something different, turning towards Him

I was amazed at the soundness and joy this brought in

I have practiced this for many years not always getting it right

Sometimes no soundness will come, and even that’s alright

I must have trust that he knows best even if to me it isn’t known

I have much better results relying on His mind than relying on my own

This practice has brought more soundness and more joy with each passing day

Simply learning to turn towards instead of turning away

Joel Prickett

5/21/22

Marriage (Anguish Language)

There was a time when I swore I’d never marry again. Or even open my heart to another. I was in a lot of pain and dealing with much anger. I was in a dark place. I wrote this at that time. (Usually don’t share my dark stuff but It was an outlet for me and part of the overall healing process). Luckily I have come out of that darkness. I can’t imagine staying in such a dark place for too long anymore. The point being- stay real, feel, share then heal.

Marriage (Anguish Language)

True Love?

When true love isn’t true, it’s a lie

When it changes and it dies

Was it really ever true at all?

Will you remember? Can you recall?

No one ever really knows for sure,

A false sense of loving from the impure.

A one sided perception based on trust.

A leap of faith in the arms of the unjust.

When trust and love both bite you

When honorable oaths spite you

Will you now believe its a lie?

With intentions of helping you die?

Now can you see it through?

A destructive end to leave believers blue.

A stifling stench of burden to have & to

hold.

A merciless twisted knot if real truth be told.

Will you take this person to love?

Will you then place all else above?

When it’s believed, it’s life’s breath

When you see the truth, it’s death.

True love’s truth is a lie within

A wonderful fantasy if you like to pretend.

A cherished torturing on a believer’s soul

A pursuit of dark into a bottomless 

hole.

When will true love ever win?

Joel Prickett

5/7/22

“Nurse!” (Pt. 2)

“Nurse!” (Pt.2)

I just got report in the ER and shift change was underway. We were in the midst of the first COvid crisis and stress was already very very high. I’d taken over the care of a very young expecting soon to be (for the first time) mother. She miscarried once. And much had to be done even though she already had a room ready. Meds, IV fluids and meds, paperwork, etc etc etc. . Plus she was POSITIVE!

I suited up in all the PPE I could and I went in. The goal is always “in and out quick” when dealing with contagious diseases. I bombarded her with education while going over paperwork, giving meds, POC, etc etc. Never wasting even a second. I got wrapped up in everything and all the tasks at hand that I had forgotten something. Plus I was sweating and it was getting hard to breathe. ‘Time to go’ was pressed in my mind.

I was backing out and near the door (still talking, mind you) when she said the word. “Nurse?” “Is my baby gonna be ok?”

It floored me. In an instant I felt all her fear. I looked in her eyes and it was there. How did I miss it? I’ve never ‘carried’ (a baby) before but I got a glimpse of maternal responsibility at that moment.

I pulled up a chair and sat right next to her. I took her hand. I assured her that her baby was ok. Not because I was a visionary or anything magical like that but because I knew that baby had the best mom it could. And she was going to be one amazing mother. This is what I made her understand. This is what I forgot. She thanked me in the most heartfelt way. And I in turn thanked her. When I last saw her the fear in her eyes was replaced with a ‘smiling glow’.

I had forgotten for a moment the depth nursing can take. And the opportunities that can be missed when caring for others. I was rejuvenated (again) in that moment. Nursing at it’s best is caring (truly) and sharing- (of myself). Again, I look at this as way more than a job and that’s why I still love it. That’s my vision for you. That’s the magical part.

Joel Prickett

5/7/22

A Rap Prayer

A Rap Prayer

The enamored glamour given to the world in panorama makes me choke and stammer like being struck in the chest with a sledgehammer –

Seek and ye shall find

The blessed and the meek are displayed as weak with their outlook branded as bleak and their societal label as freak when it’s just the Truth they seek-

Seek and ye shall find

We’re so far backwards from God’s plan for us, we scratch and we claw with no one to trust, we incinerate ourselves with our own disgust that it’s truly like ashes to ashes and dust to dust –

Seek and ye shall find

We’re wandering in the dark steadily missing our mark turning always outward full of hem haw and gawk when the true nature of our reality is blatantly stark-

Seek and ye shall find

The time is here to make what’s clear the near miss as we veer back towards his plan for us here and not be full of rebellion and fear –

Seek and ye shall find

It seems we’re on a mission only we can envision as we incarcerate ourselves into our own prison seeking our own redemption when the true truth is that he has already risen-

Seek and ye shall find

But not if you choose to be blind

When this world is far far behind

I hope you just took a moment and opened your mind.

Joel Prickett

5/6/22

Offense (pt. 1)

Offense (pt. 1)

The more fragile we are the more easily we’re hurt

The notion of control of offensiveness is merely absurd

When you build a fence

When you build offense

You only fence yourself inside where you’re harmed by simple words

The more offended we become the more off ended we’re stirred

A world free of offensiveness is a world where no ones heard

When you take offense

When you make a fence

You only build another boundary where reality is blurred

And these boundaries give false security in spite of your hunt

Call it wokeness, correctness, call it whatever you want

With each taken offense

You steadily build a fence

I’m not sorry to have to break it to you and be so blunt

The goal is to decrease fragility or as some say ‘toughen the skin’

This is not done by retaliation but by looking within

“Why do I take offense?”

“Am I building a fence?”

A self reflection or ponderence of ones own feelings and facts is where to begin

Joel Prickett

5/5/22

RACE

RACE

My people are in a race to oblivion!

My kind are in a place of self destruction!

My kin are oblivious to a solution!

My brothers and sisters use race to divide,

The problem is not race-

The problem is space-

The one between the ears of my kin,

And eyes that can’t see pass skin!

This imagined hatred is no mere figment.

Brought upon by clashes of pigment 

That’s  carried down by clueless teachers,

And taught difference by mindless preachers 

My people race forward with bannered hate-

My kind seeks to focus only on the discord-

My kin lack vision of the solution which waits

When we discard our minds and simply move forward.

My brothers and sisters there is a solution 

To rid your mind of pigmented pollution.

All that’s required is to focus on the solution-

To not stay bogged in the figmented pollution.

Free your mind to be color blind!

A new freedom you will find 

When you free yourself from the bind 

Of a limited self restricted mind.

There’s no winner of a race of race-we’re all human (race)

There’s no kind of kind of our kind- we’re all human (kind)

No being is superior to another being- we’re all humans (being)

The problem is not of the skin!!! It’s of the seeing.

Joel Prickett 3/8/17

Glazed Existence

Sometimes it’s too painful to delve beneath the surface

Some mirrors lay dormant or remain hidden forever

Some lives are coated with a superficial purpose

Some people actually consider this existence clever

Sometimes it’s much easier to look out than within

Some mirrors are shattered just lying in pieces

Some existences are glazed with lives paper thin

Some people rejoice of the thought when life ceases

Sometimes to live free takes a little bit of trying

Some mirrors can be fixed or replaced. I do hope you hear me.

It’s better than a glazed existence which is the same as slowly dying

Please stare into yourself until your complexion returns clearly.

Look into your eyes

Now deeper

Hold yourself there

Now further

See through your guise

Now wander

Become more aware

This is who you really are, share this existence and you’ll be amazed

You’ll understand that your life, your reflection and your entire existence wasn’t meant to be lived……………….glazed.

By Joel Prickett 6/20/21

The Mask

The Mask

The epidemic came, people had to wear them

They learned many many things from it

You could hide things- a smile, a scowl, even a pout

Some even learned what it was actually like to become it

I learned at a very early age about the mask

But this mask has no cloth, filters nor even a string

This was self controlled mental contortions

Which hid the true me and my feelings away from everything

As the epidemic went on, people became less concerned with feelings

Isolation and self absorption began settling in

Proximity became a deadly line to which we stood fast

And we were happy with not letting anyone in

The mental mask is not such a far leap now

We’ve had practice, in which we’ve went from imagined to real

When the material masks are finally removed from our faces

Will we remember how to truly let others know how we feel?

A mask has it’s own persona which is controlled by the wearer

Many wear them, I’ve worn them, to hide myself from being truly seen

But in a world where reality slips further and further away

The mask may not necessarily be a good thing if you know what I mean

We cannot survive living each day compartmentalized

This mask, this fear, this hiding has no power to heal you

This strength, this love, this power comes only from above

So please pull off your mask so I may finally feel you

Joel Prickett

3/9/21