Our Help For Today ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

Our help for today,
tomorrow too . . .
our forever strength
in all we do.

Our constant assistant,
to employ each day
our faithful supporter
as we go our way.

Our power supplier,
now and always
our encourager
for all of our days.

Our motivator,
any day of the week
our confidence builder
when we’re too weak.

Our help for today,
our whole life too . . .
our present strength
God is found in You!

~~~~~~

Isaiah 41:10

Fear thou not;
for I am with thee:
be not dismayed;
for I am thy God:
I will strengthen thee;
yea, I will help thee;
yea, I will uphold thee
with the right hand
of my righteousness.

King James Version
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Deborah Ann Belka

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Only One Thing To Do~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

The past is gone,
can’t bring it back
for our mistakes . .
we musn’t keep track.

For we all error,
slip-up and fumble
we all teeter
stagger and stumble.

The past is over,
it we must forget
and give to God
all that we regret.

For we’re all broken,
chipped and marred
we’re all injured
damaged and scarred.

The past is history,
only one thing to do
is Lord to keep on . . .
pressing into You!

~~~~~~~

Philippians 3:13

Brethren, I count not myself
to have apprehended: but this
one thing I do, forgetting
those things which are behind,
and reaching forth unto those
things which are before

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Deborah Ann Belka

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the twilight hours

House of Heart

I feel you in the pouring rain

violent or soft as a summer storm.

A distant star you appear only to fade

into the night from which you came.

Decaying gardenias fill my room with mortality

a treacly specter of  memories.

Wounded hearts are slow to heal

I have become indifferent to pain.

We are a wasteland,  all poetic breath died with us.

I long for the scent of earth infused with deep roots

the soothing sounds of chimes swaying from the

limb of a live oak,  soothing sounds for the twilight hours.

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Tribe Vibe

Peacock Poetry

In May 2019 I embarked upon a nine month inner leadership journey which has changed my life in many ways. Going through this intense and transformational experience alongside 22 other fellow ‘Iguanas’ has been humbling, strengthening and a complete honour. We found out that a collective of iguanas is known as a ‘mess’ and messy we do indeed get at times! As we approach our final retreat I just wanted to share a little tribute I wrote to my much-treasured tribe. More from me in two weeks time when I return from sunny Spain!

Iguanas

When darkness blinds me to my shine

They catch me come what may

When I trust in I always find

Their light reveals my way

A knowing hum, we breathe as we one

Apart yet still together

In moments tough and moments fun

You stay with me whatever

It’s humbling now that I belong

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God Gave Me Ears and Eyes ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

God gave me my ears,
He made them able to hear
His voice in His Word
so the truth can be heard.

He wants them to learn,
He wants them to discern
what for me He desires
to do what He requires.

God gave me my eyes,
He made then to be wise
so His way I could see
clearly in front of me.

He wants them to apply,
He wants them to rely
on Him for all things
till eternal hope springs.

God gave me my eyes,
so to Him I’d be wise
He gave me my ears . . .
so His voice I could hear!

~~~~~~~

Proverbs 20:12

The hearing ear,
and the seeing eye,
the Lord hath made
even both of them.

King James Version
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Deborah Ann Belka

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