In a session with my coach on Tuesday, my 18 year old self came up and seemed to want some attention from me! As a result of this discovery I committed to spending some time with her and spent that evening looking at her in photographs and asking her what she wanted and needed from me. The next day this all turned poetic needless to say!

Note from my 18 Year old Self

I didn’t vanish into thin air

when you cut my wild locks and squeezed me into that tight wooden box

Did you not hear the desperate banging woman?

My carefree, fantastical, pink-blossom heart thumping at your dampened-down adult’s door

begging you for attention?

Now finally you give me some airspace, and I’m going to take it all!

What I want is:

To tumble down your shoulders in a beautifully dishevelled mane of magic

To spend slow-mo days…

WAITING AND BREAKING

Well, I told you don’t you ever walk away from me
Close your eyes and remember how you could see
In the darkness as I sang from that dusty old stage
We locked eyes and were both free from our cage

The love in my eyes, the thrill of the words in the song
Once I saw you there I thought I have waited so long

Don’t you hurt me now, don’t you make my eyes red
Take me in your arms, my love, and take me now to your bed
We will listen for our lovers loud and rapid heartbeat
Sweat dripping our bodies alive in the southern heat

The love in my eyes, the thrill of the words in the song
Once I saw you there I thought I have…

God sees us,
He observes from afar
He sees us . . .
no matter where we are.

He sees our condition,
He watches from above
He sees our struggles
through the lens of His love.

God knows us,
He gets how we feel
He knows us . . .
whether we’re ill or well.

He knows our hearts,
He understands our grief
so He sends us showers
of His mercy for our relief.

God sees us,
He knows more than we do
that is why He is always
watching over me and you!

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2 Chronicles 16:9a

For the eyes of the Lord
run to and fro throughout
the whole earth, to shew
himself strong in the behalf
of them whose heart is
perfect toward him.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2021
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

Crucified with Christ,
not my life now but His
earthy desires put aside
not my life now, but His.

Crucified with Christ,
this new man I put on
no more pride and ego
old man all but gone.

Crucified with Christ,
an exercise of His grace
an end to self-reliance
now His strength I embrace.

Crucified with Christ,
sin no longer to control
since faith came to dwell
inside my heart and soul.

Crucified with Christ,
not my life now, but His
alive in flesh and faith
not my life now ~ but His!

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Galatians 2:20-21

“I have been crucified with Christ;
it is no longer I who live,
but Christ lives in me; and the life
which I now live in the flesh I live
by faith in the Son of God, who loved me
and gave Himself for me.
I do not set aside the grace of…

Sometimes I stand and wait,
in the gap of my prayer
between my plea to God
and the depth of my despair.

There seems to be a void,
an empty span of space
and though I’ve no answers
I can still sense His grace.

I walk through the abyss,
of God’s love for me
keeping my faith in Him
for what I cannot see.

I put away my fears,
in exchange for His rest
knowing I can trust in Him
as I wait for me His best.

Sometimes I stand and wait,
in prayer’s hopeful gap . . .
and let His love and grace
my heart and soul wrap!

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King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2021
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

There has been a chill in the air the past couple of weeks and I, for one am ready for some kinder Spring temperatures! On one of my walks this weekend I was very inspired by the dandelions as they seemed to be a visual reminder that milder and sunnier times would soon be on their way!

All Yellow

The dandelions adorn the grass like smiling sunny glimpses

illuminating April’s path though bitter wind still winces

Can’t help but feel a budding zeal on viewing their bright petals

So ready for Spring sex appeal, may wooing vibes now settle

Wild yellow spray can save the day, for they grow on quite careless

So ready for a milder phase and heightened new awareness

I’m joyful every time I pass, what’s positive convinces

The dandelions adorn the grass like smiling sunny glimpses