Jesus Is All I Need ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

All that I need, Jesus is it,
all that I was, He has seen
all of the pieces finally fit
for He is all I need.

All that I desire, He gives,
all that I want, He has got
all of my sins, He forgives
for He is all I need.

All that I am, He holds,
all that I can be, He knows
all of my life, He unfolds,
for He is all I need.

All that I must do, He has done,
all that I can do, is to believe
all of my hope, is in Jesus . . .
for He is all I need!


Psalm 23:1

“The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want.”

Copyright 2012 Revised 2021
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

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Camp Stoneman part 1

Pacific Paratrooper

POE/POD Camp Stoneman

Pvt. Smith was as cocky and proud as the next trooper, but he also thought of the Army as a learning experience and considered his new adventure as a chance to experience things he would not otherwise have the opportunity and on April 23, 1944, he stepped off a train near Camp Stoneman, California. It was here the troopers would learn how to live aboard ship, operate life boats, raft kits and climb up and down rope ladders. Censorship of the soldier’s letters began here.

Camp Stoneman

The Inspector General’s men discovered the ruse of the 11th A/B Division hiding behind the paperwork of Shipment #1855 and the troopers began to accumulate AW104’sin record amounts. (Under the Article of War #104 – a commanding officer may give punishment, as is necessary, without the threat of court-martial.) May 2, the 11th A/B moved to Pittsburg, CA by way…

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Alpine Rejuvenation

Peacock Poetry

It was so good for the soul to go offline for 5 days last week and to spend time in the mountains and doing day trips. Already on day 1 I could feel my thoughts and minds winding down and my system getting a proper chance to regenerate. Whilst waiting for the funicular at the stunning Harder Kulm, I penned the following poem. Here’s to time off to regenerate!

Mountain Melting

I’m softening into the pause

All creamy Mrs Whippy

Inhaling scents of the outdoors

My mind space slow and trippy

To have the time to take life in

Feels like a precious jewel

We’re here and now I can begin

to open to renewal

No calls or plans or justs… or ands…

My heart is free to notice

Sat waiting for the Harder-Bahn

I am a resting lotus

Far from the countless tasks and chores

The afternoon sun smooths…

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Whisper’s From God ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

The Lord whispers,
ever quietly, ever still
with a wisp of His breath
He lets us know His will.

He nudges our hearts,
with a gentle voice
so that we can make
the righteous choice.

With whisper’s He warns,
of the dangers ahead
softly He appeals . . .
for us not to be misled.

He murmurs into our ears,
with a subtle like urging
for us to take heed
of His loving nudging.

The Lord whispers,
in a voice still and low
pleading gently to us
to let Him ~ the way show!


1 Kings 19:11-12

And he said, Go forth, and stand
upon the mount before the Lord.
And, behold, the Lord passed by,
and a great and strong wind rent
the mountains, and brake in pieces
the rocks before the Lord; but the
Lord was not in the wind: and after
the wind an earthquake; but…

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Mother Time for Mother’s Day

Hello Everyone.  I am Mother Time, the wife of Father Time and the mother of Son Time and Daughter Time.  You always hear from my husband.  Because of this day, you get to hear from me.  Do you know what time it is?  That is absolutely right.  It is time to honor your mother.  Why?  Because this very day was set aside to honor your mother.  It was your mother who brought you into this life.  Without your mother, you would not exist.  Therefore, honor your mother not because the Holy Bible says to do so but because it is the very right thing to do.  To those who do not honor your mothers, shame on you.  To those who do, you will have a great day.  I am Mother Time.  To all of you mothers, HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!!

Only On God’s Might ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

I pray for the power,
of God’s holy might . . .
in all of the battles
I may have to fight.

On my own strength,
I don’t try or endeavor
for I know that it is
as light as a feather.

Before I go out,
into the battle field
I pray that my faith
will protect and shield.

For I know my enemy,
is evil and wicked
his schemes and plans
are devious and twisted.

On my own power,
I don’t seek or strive . . .
for only on God’s might
can each battle, I survive!


Ephesians 6:10

Finally, my brethren,
be strong in the Lord,
and in the power
of his might.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2021
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

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Mother (a poem)

Life Hub

It is Mother’s Day. This is a poem I made to honor my mother who passed away in July of 2017. I remember her today with the sweet remembrance of her caring hands. I dedicate this poem as well to all mothers. Happy Mother’s Day!

From the day I was born,
You held me in your arms,
Cared for me and sworn,
To keep me safe from harm.

Each day I grew and learned,
To be familiar of your love,
Your voice and loving hand,
And your sweet, gentle hug.

You carried me though tired,
Gave me whatever I need.
You stayed up late at night,
Made sure I can tightly sleep.

You saw my falls and my tries,
You helped me stand and heal.
You saw all my silent cries,
You shaped my heart and will.

Your skillful hands work magic,
Your firm voice calms any fear,
You’re a…

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