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Secret Place

Post No. 897


Secret Place


There is a place within the heart of me,

A secret space that is a part of me,

In my core, where my spirit lives

Waiting patiently for Your sweet waters

To wash over me, so that I may become

Merged with a part of You.


©Denise G Allen, 14 November 2015 07:14


Soul Matters

Post No. 858


Soul Matters


From when we are born we begin to die

This is a fact no-one can deny

This earthly husk starts to decay

Over which we have little sway

But spirit is eternal, a part of God

A treasure we hold gently in our hearts

We can ignore, pretend not to hear

His call for us to understand

As He reaches out His helping hand

To feed and nurture this link to Him

To bind us, hold us and enfold us

That when the turmoil of this world is done

We may be together all as One.


©Denise G Allen, 17 August 2015 08:00


God and me


The beauty of nature,

its ever-changing colours,

flowers that grow

according to the seasons,

surrounding us with reasons

known only to God.

I find reflections of Him

in everything i see;

i listen while He

speaks to my spirit,

resonates with my soul

‘til i am whole.


©Denise G Allen, 06 November 2014 10:59

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Your Light


a bright light shines through the darkness

warms my heart and cossets my soul

i feel you here lord, i feel you here god

your spirit calms me and keeps me whole

my faith grows stronger with each passing day

i will hold on forever through the rain and the storm

i will never let go and will come to no harm


©Denise G Allen, 01 October 2014 10:50


These are the Things…


An act of kindness,
a smiling face,
a baby bird,
God’s bountiful grace,
a new-born foal
finding its feet,
helping another
to cross the street,
healing rain
on my skin,
the joy and peace
I feel within,
the sun’s rays
shining through the trees,
cool misty mornings
with a crisp breeze…

these are the things that make my soul sing ~

these are the things that make life fulfilling.


©Denise G Allen, 15 January 2014 09:00


Life Changes


Born with a pure soul,

Unsullied, untarnished

As the proverbial driven snow

Life scars us, erodes and corrodes

Our spirit, forcing us to hide

Our face behind a mask

And grow a shell around our heart.

Thus armoured, we sally forth

Among the worldly-wise,

Pretending to fit,

Tho’ ill-equipped,

And no one expects or suspects

That what they see is not reality.


©Denise G Allen, 10 January 2014 18:29


The Spirit of Art


Flesh and bone can write the music

And the heart supply the beat,

But for the music to be whole – it needs soul.


Every artist has a soul and his work will not be whole

Unless he leaves a part of it behind.

Painters, sculptors, poets, all,

Often manage to enthral admirers

With the wealth of their emotions.

Joy and sorrow, anguish, pain

Reflected in their work

Can sometimes miss the mark

Being overdone like rumpsteak in the pan.


©Denise G Allen, 28 December 2012  07:04




What a wonderful sleep, she thought with a smile,
Time to rise and get ready for work.
It’s so nice and warm in this lovely soft bed,
Another five minutes is all that I ask.

She snuggled down further and closed her eyes
And, before she knew it, was away once more
To her world of dreams; and her spirit was charged
To guide her life and fulfil her needs.

Why, when we wake, do our dreams disappear?
But sometimes we have the solutions we crave
As if handed to us by Someone who cares
Who helps us to chart the course of our lives.