Post No. 897
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Secret Place
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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.
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©Denise G Allen, 14 November 2015 07:14
Post No. 858
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Soul Matters
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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.
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©Denise G Allen, 17 August 2015 08:00
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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.
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©Denise G Allen, 06 November 2014 10:59
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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
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©Denise G Allen, 01 October 2014 10:50
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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.
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©Denise G Allen, 15 January 2014 09:00
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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.
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©Denise G Allen, 10 January 2014 18:29
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Flesh and bone can write the music
And the heart supply the beat,
But for the music to be whole – it needs soul.
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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.
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©Denise G Allen, 28 December 2012 07:04
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What makes us rise above the mundane,
Circumstance or happenstance
That separates us from the urbane?
It is the Spirit within our soul
That raises us and makes us whole.
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©DGA 12 February 2012 07:34
Dreams
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.
Photo: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleeping_Beauty
©DGA
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