First Office, Hagley Museum, Wilmington, Delaware

First Office Hagley Museum Wilmington DelawareThis  is  the  office  at  the  Hagley  Museum  in  Wilmington,  Delaware.  It  was  here  were  daily  business  was  done.

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Humility ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

Humility ~ CHRISTian poetry by deborah ann

If you want humility,
you will need to find
a way to unveil haughtiness
in your heart and mind.

For, when you reveal,
the smugness deep within
humility will start . . .
to trickle right on in.

If you want humility,
you will need to see
just how self-absorbed
you can truly be.

For, when you uncover,
your self-righteousness
humility with expose . . .
God’s righteousness.

If you want humility,
you’ll need to discover
just how arrogant
you can be to others.

For, when you explore,
your self-obsessed feelings
humility will have you . . .
before God kneeling!

~~~~~

Proverbs 18:12

“Before destruction the heart
of man is haughty,
and before honour is humility.”

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2018
Deborah Ann Belka

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Wit’s End ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

When faced with a dilemma,
and you don’t know what to do
when pastors and counselors
no longer are able to help you.

When you have exhausted,
all of your family and friends
when you’ve tried everything
but, to your problem there’s no end.

When there’s no one else,
to whom your gut you can spill
and you still need to know
for yourself, what is God’s will.

Before you even reach,
the end of your wit
before you start to think
of calling it quits.

That’s when you need to go,
to God who’s orchestrated
the solution to your problem . . .
before it even formulated!

~~~~~~~

Psalm 33:11

“The counsel of the Lord
standeth for ever, the thoughts
of his heart to all generations.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2018
Deborah Ann Belka

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Dusk’s Glow – #Writephoto

forgottenmeadows

Some days she rushed away
her mind distracted
in a jumble of thoughts…

but there were days when she waited…
waited for the sun to dip low in the horizon
the colors to change in the sky
to let her heart feel
the evening breeze
watch the trees be kissed by dusk’s glow
as she let her imagination fly…

and those days her smile appeared on her face
without denying the truth
she felt inside.

poetry copyright neha/ image borrowed from Sue Vincent

In response to the wonderful prompt by my friend Sue Vincent. #WritePhoto Dusk

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Fill Me Up 

Everything I Never Told You


Because I’m an empty vessel
waiting to be filled.
I find myself flirting with sin.
I do it by way of pen
and paper. Trying to stitch
hope into my skin
I snuggle inside words. Poetry
can’t hurt me the way a
man can. In verse, I can build
anticipation again. Doors open
inside my head. Verbs press
against me, hard and
wanton. I find a sacred niche
between the lines. Here
I take the light. Here it never
darkens or leaves.
Devotion blesses me with sweetness
and excess.
Heaven is found in scenes that are
too scary and loud to live.

I’m an empty vessel.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Romancing myself with
my poetic wooings.
Damming myself to things
conjured, a Paradise
devoid of air, the shadows of
a scarred soul, and the
language of mangled spirit
Waiting to be loved again.

-Tosha Michelle

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