Fallin’ for You

Peacock Poetry

Sunny autumn days are so uplifting and always make me feel so mellow and grateful. The combination of the kind, low light and the changing colour of the leaves is a winning formula in my book! On Monday I took a pause between Zooms and inhaled the autumn air and it really put the world to rights I can tell you!

Autumnally

It’s in the glimpses of the golden light that autumn speaks

We have to know the darker sides to really feel the peaks

As I stroll out the fears and doubts dissolve into the ether

Yes nature always sorts things out when to her thing we leave her

It’s in the crumpled fallen leaves that I let go of holding

In my own self I must believe for my path is unfolding

To follow what my soul excites, does not make me a freak

It’s in the glimpses…

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God Sees Our Tears ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

God sees our tears,
He watches them drip
He sees through them . . .
how onto hope we grip.

He knows our pain,
He understands the cause
He knows why we beg Him
to give our anguish a pause.

God sees our tears,
He notices each one fall
He sees them tumble . . .
as we weep, sob and bawl.

He knows our grief,
He empathizes with our sorrow
He knows why we pray . . .
for joy to dawn with tomorrow.

God sees our tears,
the tragic and bittersweet
for they gather together . . .
in puddles at His feet!

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Psalm 39:12

Hear my prayer, O Lord,
and give ear unto my cry;
hold not thy peace
at my tears:

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2020
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

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Hearty Start

Peacock Poetry

I began this morning with a fifteen minute heart space meditation which was peaceful and opening. Each time I start my day intentionally in this way, my whole system seems nod in gratitude! When I follow my heart’s guidance I feel aligned and alive. What wisdom is your heart offering you today?

Heart Help

My heart’s a compass guiding me

All I must do is hear it

It constantly confides in me

Sometimes its truth, I fear it

It tells me where my soul is bound

Most powerful when open

Within its warmth great Love is found

It’s present and awoken

Its energy keeps feeding me

It’s generous and giving

My heart’s a compass leading me

into new ways of living

Photo : https://www.heartoflivingyoga.com/events/2019/8/31/heart-wisdom-healing-yoga

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All Lives Count To God~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

To God,
all of our lives count . . .
He doesn’t care about
the arguments we mount.

For He knows we are,
all embedded with sin
it doesn’t matter to Him
the color of our skin.

To God,
all lives are relevant
no matter who we are
He holds no prejudice.

For He knows we are,
all created equally . . .
what matters most to Him
is treating others decently.

To God,
all lives are viable
everyone matters . . .
to Him all are valuable!

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Romans 5:8

But God commendeth
his love toward us,
in that, while we were
yet sinners,
Christ died for us.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2020
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

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A Timely Surprise

Baydreamer

“Am I worthy of love? I think I am, but it sure hasn’t worked in my favor,” Kate said.

“If you believe, that’s half the battle.”

Kate found herself stopped in the road of the campground, wondering whose gentle voice that was. Turning around, she looked into the handsome face of a man with a splash of graying hair. His azure blue eyes expressed sincerity and caused unexpected butterflies in her stomach.
“I can’t believe I said that out loud!” Kate was mortified!

“It’s okay…I do it all the time. My name’s Jim, by the way,” he said while holding out his hand as he climbed out of his golf cart. “I work here, but I’m actually retired. I keep telling myself that, but tending to these grounds is just something I love to do so it’s hard to let go.” He smiled and those butterflies became active again.

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Pacific War in art – 1944

Pacific Paratrooper

As promised, here is an example of other works of art for the following year of the Pacific War…

USMC in the Marshall Islands, 31 Jan 1944, by: James V. Griffin

 

Truk Island, Carolinas, by: Frank Lemon

 

RNZAF, May 1944 with Corsairs

 

Saipan Jun-july 1944, by: Robert Benney

 

War Weary, by: Jack Fellows

 

Guam, July-Aug. by: Howard Gerard

 

Peleliu Invaded, Sept. 1944, By: Tom Lea

 

Avengers of the Philippines, by: John D. Shaw

November 14, 1944 . . . As smoldering enemy ships mark a trail to Manila Bay, Avengers and Hellcats of Air Group 51 overfly the isle of Corregidor on their return to the carrier U.S.S. San Jacinto.

With the misty mountains of Bataan standing as a silent sentinel, Naval LT (JG) George H.W. Bush pilots his TBM in one of his last combat missions of WWII. The valor of Bush’s…

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Shaktivation

Peacock Poetry

One of my oldest and dearest friends has recently taken to calling me Samino! As well as finding my new pseudonym highly amusing, I get where he is coming from. I do see my life as a journey of discovery and I am learning new things about who I am at my core on a daily basis. Connection to spirit is so vital to me and in the last year I have been learning more about this connection through connecting more consciously with Shakti energy which is an incredible gateway I have to say!

Shakti

You help me to see the ecstasy in the swallows as they disseminate into the effortless sky

You help me to feel the seductive crunch of aged acorn shell beneath my soulful receptors

You help me to hear the tempting trickle of the autumnal rain drops as they shimmy between tactile trunks

A primitive connection…

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