Look to the galaxy, My Love.
The blue luminous star
I desire to be yours.
If the universe would share,
I’d pull the shimmering beauty
from the constellations
and place it in the palm
of your hands
next to my beating heart.
I wish we could sit upon
a slow-moving cloud,
dangling our legs
into freedom.
Our eyes would show
the emotion in our hearts.
Lips would touch, tenderly,
then with hunger
reeling through our veins
like magnetic energy.
We’d fall into
pleasant intoxication,
watching moonbeams
pierce our private night sky.

Lauren Scott (c) 2021

Going slower has been the theme of recent weeks due to my back injury which is fortunately beginning to improve. These days though have given me a real opportunity to be differently with myself though and have called me to relate to time in a very different way and reflected in today’s poem.

Hearing Time

You do not need to squeeze me,

dear one.

For more will not ooze out of me through your forcing

and

contrary to popular belief

Sometimes it is o.k just to let me tick

Tick tock

Tick tock

Tick tock

Yes I know, I know, is almost painful to hear me!

What if I run out?

What if you didn’t make the most of me?

What if I leave you?

Let me assure you, once and for all;

There is really no running needed.

Please, I urge you, do not let your precious little ego…

May the love of Jesus,
be your heart’s thrill
may the joy He brings
you always feel.

May His grace bring,
your soul elation
may you accept
His gift of salvation.

May the love of Jesus,
your mind excite
may the hope He brings
your faith ignite.

May His life and death,
your spirit behold
may your trust in Him
not grow weak or cold.

May by the birth of Jesus,
your heart be captured . . .
may in the clouds with Him
you be too raptured!

~~~~~~~~

John 3:16

For God so loved the world,
that he gave his only
begotten Son, that whosoever
believeth in him should not
perish, but have everlasting life.

1 Thessalonians 4:17

Then we which are alive
and remain shall be caught up
together with them in the clouds,
to meet the Lord in the air:
and so shall we ever be with…

There is a bench that I go to near home (see image) when I want to sit and be with my Dad. It brings me great comfort to know that there is a special place I can go to to be with him. A few days ago on approaching the bench I saw that a message had been written in the freshly fallen snow; Live every Moment. Whilst a random stranger had written this message, it felt so timely and like my Dad was channeling a message to me. And so I wrote!

Crafted in the Snow

Live every moment

Feel every word

Receive your soul’s atonement

Embrace what feels absurd

Sense every pin drop

The hairs that stand on end

Open your soul’s window

Lift up your dearest friends

Bless each tear falling

Soften with each smile

Aliveness is our calling

Send love across the miles

Your message may…

We don’t need a special day,
to show how we’re thankful
for every day to God . . .
we need to be grateful.

We can come together,
any time of the year
and share the real cause
for our heart’s good cheer.

We can give our thanks,
no matter the season
a special holiday
needn’t be the only reason.

We can enter into,
the gates of thanksgiving
anytime, anywhere
without a single misgiving.

For, God doesn’t care,
when or how we show . . .
our thankfulness to Him
He just wants to know!

~~~~~

Psalm 100:4

“Enter into his gates
with thanksgiving,
and into his courts
with praise:
be thankful unto him,
and bless his name.”

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2016 Revised 2021
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

It was impressive to see how the seasons evolved before me during my walk yesterday. The first ten minutes still felt very autumnal yet after a thirty minute ascent I found myself in quite the winter wonderland. We are constantly in evolution, just like the seasons it would seem.

Monday Mojo

The fringe of the forest is dusted and white and the sun like a church bell is ringing

A promising feeling of vital delight to my soft lazy system is singing

When I’m laid back then my heart can attract all the jewels for which it’s most longing

More is what comes when we cut ourselves slack, that’s the knack of our inner belonging

Master and wield says the golden brown field as we laugh at the path that’s progressing

So much through feeling and being is healed, over-doing a form of digressing

Laziness pays when the moment is…

I speak the truth,
I know it’s true
for God it comes
right from You.

Your Word is inspired,
by Your own Spirit
and so I believe
every word in it.

I speak the truth,
I know it’s right
for Jesus it brings
to Life, Your Light.

You instill in us,
to grow in grace
so Your image
we may embrace.

I speak the truth,
all in love . . .
about my faith
in God above!

~~~~~

Ephesians 4:15

But speaking the truth in love,
may grow up into him in all things,
which is the head, even Christ:

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2021
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~