Heaven Scent

Peacock Poetry

My Dad has felt really present this last week. On Friday I dreamt that I danced with him and at the end of the dream I saw and heard a strong message that pink and orange roses were his way of connecting with me. Of course, ever since this dream all I can do is notice pink and orange roses everywhere. And they are particularly incredible. Just like my Dad. And I get it.

Divine Blooms

Inhale the petals scented

Of roses peach and pink

These gifts of awe invented

your daily cares to shrink

Embellished by the jewels

of raindrops fresh and pure

Inhale your soul’s renewal

Do less and savour more

Uplift your weary aura

Revive your murky mood

Their soft sweet leaves our curers

Their buds with hope imbued

Yes when your soul’s been dented

and love feels out of each

Inhale the petals scented

Of roses…

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Be Not Downcast ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

Don’t be discouraged,
be not overly concerned
for while you’re waiting
there’s much to be learned.

For waiting brings about,
lessons of obedience
so that you may have
for Jesus a radiance.

Don’t be disheartened,
be not too disquieted
God is not done with you
His work isn’t completed.

For He has a lot of things,
He has to remold in you
so while you sit and wait
let go and let God do.

Be not discouraged,
neither be downcast
for God is teaching you . . .
how to have faith steadfast!

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Psalm 37:7a

Rest in the Lord,
and wait patiently for him:

Philippians 1:6

Being confident of this
very thing, that he which
hath begun a good work
in you will perform it until
the day of Jesus Christ:

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2021
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

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The Neptune Society – Letter IV “Still At Sea In A Quandary” – GP Interview

Pacific Paratrooper

Pacific Ocean, rough seas off New Zealand

When Smitty and the other troopers passed the equator, as per naval tradition, the ship’s crew donned their apparel of King Neptune and his court in preparation of handing the “Pollywogs” (the soldiers) their certificates of crossing.  The Royal Barber tried to cut the hair of the crew-cut troopers and the Royal Executioner paddled a backside with an oar if the receiving line moved too closely to a snail’s pace. (which one can imagine was every G.I. derriere that went by!) Smitty was one to really enjoy this sort of tomfoolery — even if it was with the navy!  The water damage you see to Smitty’s certificate (pictured below) is one of the reasons I began to make a facsimile of his scrapbook onto the computer.  I have re-typed the contents of the certificate to show the humor involved — despite a war.

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The Agility of Vulnerability

Peacock Poetry

In the last few years I have really been learning how to hold myself in a gentler, more humane way. We often seek to treat our friends and loved ones in this way and yet forget that the same kindness can and needs to be applied to ourselves. When we soften to our experience and stay curious to what is arising, much growth can take place.

Humanists

Fragility is part of us

How can you be more gentle?

The vulnerable plays out in us

Both physical and mental

When I take care of what feels bare

take time to be and listen

The little girl inside’s less scared

Self-love’s no longer missing!

Each day’s a brand new start for us

to honour heart and mind

Fragility is part of us

Towards yourself be kind

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In God’s Eyes ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

We’re all sinners,
in God’s eyes . . .
we all have fallen
for satan’s lies.

But, we who repent,
are since redeemed
and from our sins
we are now cleaned.

We all have strayed,
on the narrow path
we all are headed
to knowing His wrath.

But, we who have faith,
in mercy and grace
His righteous judgment
will not have to face.

We all have fallen,
short of God’s glory
but Jesus came to put . . .
and end to that story!

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Romans 3:23

For all have sinned,
and come short of
the glory of God;

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2021
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

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Meet Me at the Waterpark

I arrived home that afternoon after a very busy day at work.  I walked up to my front door to unlock it, but I looked down and saw a shoe box that was sitting in the doorway right in front of me.  I bent over and picked up the box.  I was very curious to see what was inside.  I looked all over the box to make sure that there was nothing out of the ordinary.  There was no wording on the outside, and the box top was neither taped nor glued on.  I lifted off the top and looked inside, and I saw one black velvet women’s flat shoe.  I became more curious to what this was about.  I reached in and felt the dark red velvet with my fingers.  I took the shoe out of the box to have a closer look.  I saw that the inside of the shoe had white, fluffy fur.  I then noticed a piece of paper that was folded many times hidden beneath the shoe.  I took the piece of paper out of the box and unfolded it, and it turned out to be a full sheet of paper with a message that said, “Meet me at the Waterpark.”

I was puzzled at first, but I assumed that the person wanted to see me and that it was a woman.  I went to my car and drove to a place in Crystal City called the Waterpark, a park with a fountain that was a very wide waterfall with twenty spouting waterfalls on each side.  I always enjoyed coming here because it was one of my favorite places around.  It was normally a very quiet place to eat lunch, walk around, or to just sit and relax looking at the fountain.   There were usually very few people around which would make finding this woman very easy.

I parked my car in the first parking spot I could find.  I got out of the car and made my way to the Waterpark bringing the shoe with me.  When I arrived at the Waterpark, I was overwhelmed.  I saw a crowd of people, most of which were women.  At this point, I was confused.  I said to myself, “There are so many people here today, and most of them are women.  All I need to do is look for a woman who is missing one shoe.”

I walked around and looked at every woman that was there.  A few of them were with their husbands or boyfriends.  There were many who were there with other women.  Just a small few were there all by themselves.  I figured that those who were there with their men and those who were there with other women could not be the one I was looking for.  I decided to look at the few who were there all alone.

I walked over to one woman.  I looked at her feet and saw that she was wearing both shoes.  I figured that she was not the one that I was looking for.  I looked at another woman who was all alone, and it was the same thing.  I looked at every woman who was there by herself, and they all had both shoes on.  I looked over and saw a woman who had her feet in the water.  I walked closer to her, but then I stopped just a few yards from her.  I looked at the shoe.  I then looked at her feet in the water.  I kept my distance from her, but I was curious to see if she was the one whose foot was going to fit into this shoe.  I kept looking at her for a little while until I saw her take her feet out of the water.  She stood up, and I saw a pair of sneakers next to her.  She bent over, grabbed her sneakers and walked away.  I watched as everyone was leaving and headed out on their way.  In a short while, I was the only one left.  I had the whole park to myself.

It was late in the evening.  I was all alone, and I was still at the Waterpark holding this shoe.  I had spent the past couple of hours sitting on a bench gazing at the fountain as the lights reflected off the falling water.  I did not see anybody, but I never looked for anyone as the fountain was too beautiful to look away.  As I continued to stare at the fountain, I heard a woman’s voice say, “Excuse me.”

I turned my head and saw a woman standing next to me.  She asked me, “Can you tell me how to get to U.S. 1 North?”

I pointed and said to her, “Just go over there to 15th Street and turn left.  You will see signs to U.S. 1 as soon as you make the turn.”

“Thank you,” said the woman.

I was about to turn away, but I noticed how beautiful she was.  She had beautiful long, golden hair.  She wore a dark blue sweatshirt and gray jeans with a hole in the right knee.  I looked at her feet and saw that she wore nothing on her right foot.  On her left foot was a black velvet shoe.  I took out the shoe that I was holding.  I looked at the shoe, and I looked at the shoe on her left foot.  I showed her the shoe and said, “This must be yours.”

She looked at the shoe.  She then looked down at her bare foot.  She looked at me and said, “It is my shoe.  Where did you find it?”

I said to her, “It was in a shoe box on my doorstep.”

She asked me, “Would you be kind enough to put the shoe on my foot?”

I knelt down and put the shoe on the ground.  She took her right foot and slipped it into the shoe.  I sat back down on the bench and said, “I am happy to meet you.  I hope that you are able to find your way around.”

“I don’t have a car,” she replied.  “Can you take me?”

At this time, I pictured myself as Humphrey Bogart and thought to myself, “This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

Intercessory Prayer ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

Intercessory prayers,
where would we be without them
for there’s healing and hope
in each beseeching gem.

Petitioning God,
holding others up in prayer
praying with thanksgiving
God to take away the despair.

Pleading hearts,
asking for God’s speed
to come to His saints aid
to help with their need.

Imploring souls,
requisitions for sickness
entreating Jesus to heal
by His stripes their illness.

Begging minds,
requesting mercy’s relief
for the deeply distraught
those sickened by grief.

Intercessory prayers,
even when we can’t speak
His Spirit intercedes . . .
when we’re too weary or weak!

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Romans 8:26

 ”Likewise the Spirit also
helpeth our infirmities:
for we know not what we
should pray for as we ought:
but the Spirit itself maketh
intercession for us
with groanings which
cannot be uttered.”

King James Version
by Public Domain

Copyright 2014 Revised 2021
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be…

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