Only Jesus ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

There’s no other name like Jesus,
no other One we can call on
no other person that can help us
to be to His Father drawn.

There’s no other name in heaven,
no other name given unto man
no other person who has for us
the way to salvation’s plan.

There’s no other name like Jesus,
no other One with such power
no other One we can rely on
no matter the given hour.

There’s no other name we know,
no other One that loves us
no other name that spells out
in whom we can always trust.

There is no other name that shines,
no other One has the light
no other name helping us
in the battles we fight.

There is no other name like Jesus,
no other name that we can call
no other person can save us
It’s only Jesus ~ or no one at all!

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Toy Joy

Peacock Poetry

At the ripe old age of 44, I no longer possess many of my childhood items with the exception of my 40 year old E.T. who still has a very special place in my heart. Good old E.T. has survived countless house moves (once even being rescued by the skin of his teeth from my buyer’s loft) and reminds me of innocence, wonder and a childlike sense of limitless possibility. No need to phone home when he’s around!


Was four when you gave him to me

I’ve always held on to ET

For though he’s old and quite threadbare

and his two scratched blue eyes do stare

He is a part of who I am

My childhood and where I began

and even now when him I squeeze

The reassurance comes with ease

For he reminds me of the sense

Of hope and love and innocence

Of times when…

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Perfect Vision~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

Oh, if you had the insight,
that Jesus has today
you’d see how His death
prepared for all the way.

Then you’d understand,
the richness of His grace
how the steps of salvation
Jesus had to embrace.

Oh, to be enlightened,
to have the wisdom
to see through God’s eyes
with a perfect vision.

Then you’d see how glorious,
your inheritance will be
when the day in heaven
His magnificent you see.

Oh, to have eyes open,
hearts filled with His love
then all of us could spend
eternity with God above!


1 Corinthians 2:9

But as it is written,
Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard,
neither have entered into the
heart of man, the things which
God hath prepared for them
that love him.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2020
Deborah Ann Belka

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whir of days

House of Heart

Comes  the days when we

reach back into seas of

pinpoint diamonds where like

globes of fire we spun through

glimmering heavens yielding

only to the pull of hearts.

Now the dew falls from our eyes

Not from  the sky, the tide pulls

outward and mountains lose

their foothold but a new sun

is rising and we are touched by

the tongue of deepening wisdom

and   burning indignation.


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The Post World War II Boom: How America Got Into Gear

Pacific Paratrooper

Chrysler tank production

In the summer of 1945, as WWII drew to a close, the U.S. economy was poised on the edge of an uncertain future.

In late 1940 for the United States to serve as the “arsenal of democracy,” American industry had stepped up to meet the challenge. U.S. factories built to mass-produce automobiles had retooled to churn out airplanes, engines, guns and other supplies at unprecedented rates. At the peak of its war effort, in late 1943 and early 1944, the United States was manufacturing almost as many munitions as all of its allies and enemies combined.

On the home front, the massive mobilization effort during World War II had put Americans back to work. Unemployment, which had reached 25 percent during the Great Depression and hovered at 14.6 percent in 1939, had dropped to 1.2 % by 1944 — still a record low in the nation’s history.

Shopping with ration stamps

With the…

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Dreamsville U.S.A.

John Cowgill: Stories of the Railroad


Daniel Wallach had enlisted in the United States Army.  He boarded a train Terra Haute, Indiana and was on his way to New York City where he was going to board a ship to Europe to fight the Germans.  As he was sitting in his seat, he was looking out the window at the passing scenery.  The train passed through town through another town and through another town, but then the train made a special stop.


“Dreamsville U.S.A.  Time to deboard the train,” a man said on the loudspeaker.  “Lunch is being served.”

Daniel was very puzzled.  “What’s going on?”

“We are being served lunch,” said the Sargent.  “You need to go grab a sandwich.”


He got off the train.  Soldiers were lined up to get a sandwich from a cart where ladies from the town were handing out to each man.  Daniel stood in line.  When he finally reached…

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Peacock Parables

Peacock Poetry

Yesterday a peacock butterfly (yes really!) flew into my coaching room and got stuck. It kept bashing against the window desperately trying to get out. I too hurried and tried to get it out quickly and it wasn’t unti I softened my hands, reassured the little creature it would be safe and gently guided it towards the open window, that it could escape to its freedom. In such a small encounter so much wisdom came and I captured it in my little poem.

Mystic Messenger

You flew into the window frame
All fragile, red and frantic
Your powdered wings now limp and strained
From your resistant antics
I cupped my hand and helped you land
upon a place more stable
until the scent of freedom fanned
and your wings were enabled
As off you sped, my mind you led
into more transformation
To gently coax oneself instead
of forcing, frees…

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