What’s In Your Heart ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

What’s in your heart,
what idol has it occupied
what’s causing God . . .
to be small and minimized?

Do you overtly worship,
adore and love it
is it filling up the space
of the Holy Spirit?

What’s on your mind,
what thoughts do you greet
what’s causing Jesus . . .
to take a back seat?

Do you openly fantasize,
on worldly pleasure
is it taking the place
of your eternal treasure?

What is in your heart,
what is on your mind
what is satan using . . .
to keep your soul blind?

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2 Corinthians 4:4

In whom the god of this world
hath blinded the minds of them
which believe not, lest the light
of the glorious gospel of Christ,
who is the image of God,
should shine unto them.

King James Version
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Copyright 2019
Deborah Ann Belka

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My Cup Is Full ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

I’ve got a cup,
it’s fills with more grace
each time I seek
God’s almighty face.

He pours into it,
mercy anew
upon morning’s
dewy debut.

I’ve got a cup,
it overflows
the more God
I get to know.

He dispenses into it,
faith, joy and peace
everlasting assurance
that’ll never cease.

I’ve got a cup,
full of hope’s promise
it warms my soul . . .
with eternal solace!

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Lamentations 3:22-23

It is of the Lord’s mercies
that we are not consumed,
because his compassions fail not.

They are new every morning:
great is thy faithfulness.

Psalm 23:5
My cup runneth over.

King James Version
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Deborah Ann Belka

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Period Drama

Peacock Poetry

Am not sure if the honourable Mary Oliver would approve of this one but today’s offering is all about the time of the month. I think I was premenstrual when I wrote it so it was probably quite therapeutic!

Monthly Visit

The clamping is quite a regular affair these days.

A type of monthly staple gun that

crumples my most sensitive membrane in the most despicable

fashion

Of course, the whole experience is further enhanced

by the intrusive infusion of

The Hormonal Hot Pot; a

witchy brew of dank doubt

arbitrary anxiety and

menstruated malice

and

if I’m really lucky

The Night Sweats come to play a visit

Thank goodness for the twenty one days of

respite

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Falling

House of Heart

Wide  walls of

water tumble into deep pools

spilling over slippery quartz.

Grasping at jagged edges

She steps onto the mossy sludge,

sinks into  soggy pockets of

blue-green algae.

Slender fingers  grab at  veiny

pulleys of the  forest yet when

She reaches they resist.

The water is screaming indignation,

a fury thrashing upon stone,

Penance for thwarting

it’s downward path and there is

no way to console them.

Retribution is why She comes here,

a pounding  retaliation,

the sting of needles on her back

stones soothed by wrath.

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