Squirrel Lanterns
“Southern Rising” by Joni Karen Caggiano
snow lays reticent, a virgin blanket covers nature like a gentle quilt thick white breath journeys on through dated chimney stones black iron stove warms mama making flour bread in iron skillet tiny portions of salt pork, browns smell of fresh coffee clings to walls grits gurgle in pot, red-eye gravy sizzles in sauté pan, a southern relish sun shines on icicles made of glass stirring as music notes shift in song blue jay mimics hawk, on winter holly her skill mixing smells like magic dough rising in twin wood bowls along with smiles of my expectation beams of love given through a meal dusting small hands on flour sack apron cinnamon buns like bites of heaven rise, buttered, and served by seven Copyright © 2022 Joni Karen Caggiano All Rights Reserved
Joni is an internationally known and published poet, photographer, and author. She is a co-author of the Amazon…
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To get To you
The sun is slipping down the horizon. An echelon of wild geese gather above.I follow grey wings into the storm.
My arms are branches of trees and you are
my nourishment,
cut me down to a boat.
My spine a sturdy keel , my hair
unfurled sails. A distant lighthouse
my only lamp for you hold the stars
in your hand.
If my sails are cast into a cleft too
deep for me to cross
I was trying to get to you.
rip David Crosby
Don’t You Lose Heart ~
Don’t you lose heart,
do not give up today
ask God to bring you
renewal straight away.
Don’t you lose focus,
keep Jesus in your sight
do not unplug from
the glow of His light.
Don’t you lose trust,
do not stop believing
soon answered prayers
you will start receiving.
Don’t you lose hope,
keep your mind directed
on being in Jesus image
every day perfected.
Don’t you lose heart,
do not faint away . . .
ask God to be renewed
each and every day!
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”For which cause we faint not;
but though our outward man
perish, yet the inward man is
renewed day by day.”
King James Version
by Public Domain
Copyright 2015 Revised 2023
Deborah Ann Belka
~ to GOD be the GLORY ~
Mushroom Lantern
See and Ye shall Find
During the intense and life-changing inner leadership journey that I went on in 2019, learning to ask for help was one of the biggest takeaways. Too often we are trying to solve things inside of ourselves and yet there are a wealth of resources to be found in those around us too. When we reach out and lean into people we trust we also give them the opportunity to show up for us. What do you need to ask for help with right now?
And in case you’d like to join my next poetry recital via Zoom on 02.02 from 17.30 – 18.30 CET you can sign up here.
Altogether
Don’t have to carry things alone
Don’t have to grin and bare it
The times I’ve leaned in life has shown
Best own your truth and share it
Must not keep up appearances
or play the part or fake…
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Be Not Anxious For Anything ~
Be not anxious,
for anything . . .
instead pray about
all and everything.
For worry will get you,
no where at all
but, peace you will get
when on Jesus you call.
Be not troubled,
about whatever
for nothing on this earth
will last forever.
For sufficient is today,
are all the issues
so why let tomorrow
bring to you the blues.
Be not anxious,
instead be prayerful
about everything . .
so not to be careful!
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Be careful for nothing;
but in every thing by
prayer and supplication
with thanksgiving let your
requests be made
known unto God.
Take therefore no thought
for the morrow: for the morrow
shall take thought for the things
of itself. Sufficient unto the day
is the evil thereof.
King James Version
Public Domain
Copyright 2022
Deborah Ann Belka
~ to GOD be the GLORY ~
Hanover Junction, Pennsylvania
There a very small little Pennsylvania town southwest of York known as Hanover Junction. If you were to go there today, you would not see much but the old train station, but it is an old train station with much history.
The town got its name from being at the spot where the Hanover Branch Railroad connected to the Northern Central Railroad. Of course, there are many places where two railroads came together, but it was here where 11,000 wounded soldiers from the Battle of Gettysburg were brought to be transferred to hospitals in Baltimore, York, and Harrisburg. It was also a place where Abraham Lincoln passed through twice: first on the trip to Gettysburg to deliver his famous Gettysburg Address and for the second time on his funeral train. The railroad made this town a major place of industry. When the railroad decline, so did the town. Both rail…
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Right beside me 👣
Whilst walking out in the snow yesterday I had another moment of feeling Dad’s presence very near. It was almost as if he was walking beside me and it reminded me a bit of the famous Footprints poem, prompting me to write 👣.
And in case you’d like to join my next poetry recital via Zoom on 02.02 from 17.30 – 18.30 CET you can sign up here.
Imprints
Footsteps in the wispy snow connect me to your soul
Wherever my two feet may go, you play a vital role
Yes you are there, you’re everywhere, as pure white as this scene
You are the snowflakes in my hair, you keep my heart serene
Though cold may fall, can still stand tall and lean into your teachings
Through you I hear the higher calling, your touch is far reaching
The signs you send me help me know and trust…
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A Joyful Heart ~
A joyful heart,
is a good thing . . .
when life’s hardships
begin to burn and sting.
It will lift you up,
when you are down
it’ll help you to mend
heal and rebound.
A joyful heart,
is a good feature
it is one of life’s
adversity teachers.
It will show you how,
to rejoice and sing
when tests and trials
to you life brings.
A joyful heart,
is a cure all . . .
when you let praise
from your lips fall!
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My brethren,
count it all joy
when ye fall into
divers temptations;
Knowing this, that the
trying of your faith
worketh patience.
Rejoice in the Lord always:
and again I say, Rejoice.
King James Version
Public Domain
Copyright 2022
Deborah Ann Belka
~ to GOD be the GLORY ~
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