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Why Don’t We…

Everything I Never Told You

Let’s stay inside today
under the warmth of
bedcovers and drown
in the soft syllables
of the sun coming in
through the window.

The sky making its own
music in this joyful place
between wake and sleep.
Let’s pay no mind to
the larger hand of the clock
or technological distractions.

Here there’s no room for
catastrophic thoughts or
the kingdom of to do lists.
Let’s take a break from
amplified news and a
world constantly
swallowing salt.

Stay with me, in our
wozen cocoon of arns
and blankets where the
membranes of our dreams
are sliced into serenity.
Here in our own nest of
slumber and verve, where
contentment is consigned
to two.

-Tosha Michelle

On a non poetry note for any of you ladies who lile shopping and clothes as much as I do, I recently discovered an online consignment shop that has like new name brand clothes…

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God Sent Out His Word ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

From the beginning of time,
God sent out His Word
so throughout the universe
by all it’d be heard.

He gave us His Light,
so we could understand
the plan for salvation
He had for all of man.

Our hearts are enlighten,
once His Word enters in
to help us to recognize
the cause of our sin.

As we read and we study,
the Light shines brighter
and our confessions to God
makes our burdens lighter.

From the beginning of time,
God sent out His Light
simply so we’d keep . . .
heaven in our sight!

~~~~~~~~~~

John 1:1

“In the beginning was the Word,
and the Word was with God,
and the Word was God.”

Psalm 119:130

“The entrance of thy words
giveth light;
it giveth
understanding
unto the simple.”

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2019
Deborah Ann Belka

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A Winter Path

L.T. Garvin

Always something amiss

blue frost sweeping the edge

of a hard north wind

An open wound

Festers in the flutter of consciousness

a patient soul smothered in dark ashes

Slumbering in discontent sleep

On a path spanned

by the assault of seasons

time dated by carbon

On a trail of jagged footprints

a tortured traveler

Sets afoot

in a field of solitude amongst

allotments lined with marble markers

the words now fade to charcoal

That marked the haunted plains

sprinkled over with gold and crimson

discarded leaves drift between spaces

as time unwraps the tragedy

where one day the flowers

will fold their sorrowful  blooms

in sweet surrender

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Safely Moored And Docked ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

Lord, help me not to have,
my faith rattled or rocked
rather keep me in the truth
safely moored and docked.

Let not me be carried,
by the waves of deceit
rather keep me following
in the steps of Your feet.

Lord, help me not to be,
blown by every Gospel wind
rather keep me grounded
to the truth I have within.

Let not me be confused,
by every ingenious lie
rather keep me anchored
in Your Word until I die.

Lord, help me not to have,
my faith rocked or rattled
help me to keep steadfast
so I don’t become baffled!

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Ephesians 4:14-15

“That we henceforth be no more children,
tossed to and fro, and carried about
with every wind of doctrine, by the
sleight of men, and cunning craftiness,
whereby they lie in wait to deceive;

But speaking the truth in love,
may grow up into him…

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