Old Steam Train by Ernest Warther at the Warther Carving Museum in Dover, Ohio.
Steam, Pump, Passengers, Dover, Ohio
Locomotive, Pump Car, Two Passengers Cars by Ernest Warther at the Warther Museum in Dover, Ohio.
What’s In Your Heart ~
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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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
Public Domain
Copyright 2019
Deborah Ann Belka
My Cup Is Full ~
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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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
Public Domain
Copyright 2019
Deborah Ann Belka
Locomotives and Boxcar, Dover, Ohio
Two Locomotives and a Boxcar by Ernest Warther at the Warther Museum in Dover, Ohio.
Period Drama
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
Falling
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.
