Totally Surrendered ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

Totally surrendered,
God wants it all
all that you have
nothing is too small.

You need to give Him,
all of your heart
He wants the whole of it
not just a tiny part.

Totally surrendered,
God wants to see
how much you want
like Jesus to be.

You need to submit,
to His perfect will
you must be willing
to wait and be still.

Totally surrendered,
God wants to know
how much you want
in Him to grow.

You have to let go,
of your selfish desires
you must be ready
for all He requires.

Totally surrendered,
God wants all of you
but you must want . . .
all of Him too!


Romans 12:1

“I beseech you therefore, brethren, by
the mercies of God, that ye present
your bodies a living sacrifice, holy,
acceptable unto God, which is your
reasonable service.”

King James Version
Public Domain


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Brimstone – #Poetry of Shadow and #Darkness in #ChallengingTimes



Brimstone shades

in shallow reverie,

In hallow whispers of broken chimes;

They speak of days beyond our grasp,

of tendrils of moments encompassing the norm,

But what is the norm?

Where does such a word lead?

What prophecy does it speak

when the Lights fall and shades of dim gloom steal across our path?


Lingering traces of echoing history,

Beyond the glimpses of imagining,

When time and trial and tenuous affection

for all we once knew and all we might ever know

come crashing down in calamitous peals

like tympanies of favored days,

now spiraling like blown out candles,

and all that once was Bright and Glimmering,

simmers in the cress of










Image by:  iStockphoto/Evan Austen

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Unto God ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

Unto God,
we’re set apart
each of us
to do our part.

Some be a sower,
others to water
some are reapers . . .
and harvest spotters.

Unto God,
we are to gather
sheep for His fold
wherever scattered.

Some to go out,
some to stay home
but all looking to return
those on the roam.

Unto God,
we’re set apart
so in the harvest
we can all take part!


Psalm 4:3

But know that the Lord hath
set apart him that is godly
for himself:

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2020
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

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Life is Fragile

I recently heard about some tragic losses a few of my acquaintances faced lately, and I came to realise how precious and delicate our lives are.

There are no convenient truths. No guarantees. No orders or set amounts of time our loved ones will be there for us. No promises that how we feel now will be how we feel tomorrow. No promise that the health and relative wealth we enjoy today will be with us the next morning. There is a haunting touch of fragility in every single one of our lives, and facing up to it can be terrifying.

Whether the loss of a loved one is personal or public, it serves as an intense reminder for each of us to stop, reflect, and take inventory of our priorities in life. I didn’t know the people who died in a plane crash a couple of months ago. Or…

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Spiritual Temperature ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

We all need to take,
our spiritual temperature
we all need to see . . .
daily how it registers.

For the sin of lukewarmness,
lies dormant in all of us
we only first notice it
as it tempers in God our trust.

We all need to check,
out spiritual thermometer
we all need to record . . .
when our faith is lackluster.

For the disease of apathy,
makes our faith listless
and to God we are seen
as complacently spiritless.

We all need to watch,
our spiritual attitude . . .
lest out of God’s mouth
in the end we are spewed!


Revelation 3:-15-16

I know thy works,
that thou art neither cold nor hot:
I would thou wert cold or hot.

So then because thou art lukewarm,
and neither cold nor hot,
I will spue thee out of my mouth.

King James Version
Public Domain


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Falling In Love


The art of falling in love
is much simpler than the art of staying in love
It’s like writers and their words
the epiphany of a new thought
is exhilarating much like falling in love,
But putting it down on paper,
and then carefully crafting the story
takes times, takes patience, at times,
takes tears and frustration, but most of all takes love…
so fall in love,
Nurture it and write your own love story.

poetry copyright neha 2020/ free image from pexels

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The Hour Glass

House of Heart

Dip your fingers in oceans of light

tiny moons in outstretched hands

a remembrance of our open palms

sifting through transparent time

powerless to reverse the hours

Nendo's out of the box hourglasses explore time passing

Neruda’s “Ode To Time” (excerpt)

My eyes have burned out in your beauty

but you are my eyes.

I perhaps exhausted your breasts

beneath my kisses but the world knows

your secret splendor is my happiness.

Love, what does it matter that time,

the very time that raised two flames,

two waving heads of wheat,

my body and your gentleness,

tomorrow will hold them safe

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