Come Unto Me: A Prayer From Matthew 11:28-30 by Debbie Harris

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“Come Unto Me: A Prayer from Matthew 11” is a free verse poem rooted in Matthew 11:28-30, where Jesus invites all who labor to find rest in Him. It addresses humanity’s universal burdens—unseen weights and grief—that weary every soul. Christ’s gentle call cuts through life’s toil, offering a light yoke and restful peace, not heavy chains. The poem speaks to all, from every corner of struggle, promising a path of ease through His love. It emphasizes surrender and hope, affirming that no one is beyond His reach, resonating with the shared desire for divine relief.

Come, all who labor under unseen weights,
whose shoulders bend with burdens none may tell—
not one soul stands beyond His open call.

In fields of toil, where dust clings to the heart,
His voice is soft, a whisper through the gale:
Lay down the load, and learn of Me instead.

No yoke of iron, no chain to bind the step—
His burden falls like feathers, light as breath,
a rest that holds the weary in its arms.

From every corner of the earth’s wide grief,
to every soul that stumbles in the dark,
He speaks, and peace becomes the path to tread.

The Shepherd’s Rest: A Villanelle on Psalm 23 by Debbie Harris

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“The Shepherd’s Rest: A Villanelle on Psalm 23” draws from Psalm 23:1-2, celebrating God as the shepherd who guides all souls to peace. The villanelle’s repeating refrains evoke a universal journey through life’s trials—want, fear, and shadows—where God’s presence ensures no lack. Green pastures and still waters symbolize divine rest, freely offered to humanity across ages. Despite weariness or danger, His rod, staff, and mercy lead to refuge, affirming that every heart can find solace in His unchanging promise. The poem underscores trust and comfort, inviting all to abide in the shepherd’s care, reflecting the shared longing for divine guidance.

The Lord, my shepherd, bids my soul to rest,
Through weary lands where want may cast its shade,
In pastures green, His peace shall be my guest.

No lack I know, though trials may infest,
His rod and staff uphold the path He made—
The Lord, my shepherd, bids my soul to rest.

By waters still, my fears are all repressed,
His gentle hand has every debt repaid—
In pastures green, His peace shall be my guest.

When shadows fall, His mercy is expressed,
No heart need wander, lost or sore afraid—
The Lord, my shepherd, bids my soul to rest.

All souls may find the refuge He professed,
In every age, His promise shall not fade—
In pastures green, His peace shall be my guest.

O humankind, by grace forever blessed,
Walk where His love has living waters laid—
The Lord, my shepherd, bids my soul to rest,
In pastures green, His peace shall be my guest.

Peace Amid the Storm: Reflections on John 16:33 by Debbie Harris

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Peace Amid the Storm: Reflections on John 16:33″ is a lyrical poem inspired by John 16:33 (KJV), where Jesus says, “These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.” It portrays humanity’s universal struggles—strife, pain, and sorrow—as a stormy world that threatens to overwhelm the heart. Yet, Christ’s voice offers peace, promising victory over tribulation (John 16:33). The poem highlights resilience through His triumph, calming fear and granting love that steadies all souls. It echoes related scriptures, like Philippians 4:7 (“And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus”), by emphasizing divine peace guarding humanity through trials, urging collective hope in Christ’s overcoming power.

In waves of strife where mortal hearts do sink,
The world’s sharp thorns entwine with bitter pain;
Yet speaks a voice beyond the tempest’s brink:
In Me, find peace, though trials still remain.

No storm too fierce, no sorrow’s weight too vast,
For He who triumphed bids us hold to cheer;
His victory stands when all our hopes are cast,
And calms the soul with love that casts out fear.

O humankind, through grief and toil abide,
His peace shall guard where Christ has overcome.

Sonnet: Based on Isaiah 40:31Title: “Wings of Hope: A Meditation on Isaiah’s Promise by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet “Wings of Hope: A Meditation on Isaiah’s Promise” draws from Isaiah 40:31, celebrating God’s promise to renew strength for those who wait on Him. It portrays humanity’s universal struggles—weariness, burdens, and trials—that weigh down the heart and soul. Through faith, the speaker finds divine upliftment, soaring like eagles, running without fatigue, and walking without fainting, as God’s power banishes fear and guides toward hope. The poem emphasizes resilience and trust, culminating in a call to all souls to embrace God’s grace, which restores strength and ensures enduring hope, reflecting the universal longing for divine support.

When burdens press the heart with heavy load,
And weary steps grow faint beneath the sun,
A whisper calls from heaven’s bright abode:
Wait on the Lord, and strength shall be begun.

Though trials bind the soul in chains of care,
His promise lifts the spirit to the skies;
Like eagles, hearts on wings of faith shall fare,
And soar where mortal weakness never flies.

No race too long, no path too rough to roam,
For those who trust His everlasting might;
Through valleys deep, His hand shall lead them home,
And banish fear beneath His boundless light.

O wait, ye souls, and find His grace anew,
Your strength restored, your hope forever true.

Heaven’s Stay for Earth’s Striving Days: A Poetic Journey Through Psalm 121:2 by Debbie Harris

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When sickness grips my frame with fever’s chain,
And shadows veil the hope within my sight,
I seek the strength to rise above my pain—
My help cometh from the Lord, my light.

When loss doth rend my heart with bitter grief,
And empty days stretch far as eyes can see,
I find in faith a solace, though so brief—
My help cometh from the Lord, to me.

When foes arise to mock my striving day,
Their words like arrows pierce my weary soul,
Yet still I stand, upheld by heaven’s stay—
My help cometh from the Lord, my lord.

Through every trial, His hand shall e’er sustain,
The Maker’s love my refuge shall remain.

When sickness grips my frame with fever’s chain,
And shadows veil the hope within my sight,
I seek the strength to rise above my pain—
My help cometh from the Lord, my light.

When loss doth rend my heart with bitter grief,
And empty days stretch far as eyes can see,
I find in faith a solace, though so brief—
My help cometh from the Lord, to me.

When foes arise to mock my striving day,
Their words like arrows pierce my weary soul,
Yet still I stand, upheld by heaven’s stay—
My help cometh from the Lord, my lord.

Through every trial, His hand shall e’er sustain,
The Maker’s love my refuge shall remain.

My Help Comes From the Lord, the Maker of Heaven and Earth: A Meditation on Psalm 121:2 by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet reflects on the divine help and protection described in Psalm 121:2, portraying God as the Creator of heaven and earth who offers unwavering support. It expresses trust in God’s power to sustain the speaker through challenges, with imagery of nature—mountains, stars, and oceans—emphasizing His sovereignty. The poem highlights themes of faith, hope, and resilience, affirming that no fear or foe can overcome the speaker because of God’s eternal care and strength.

From whence doth come mine aid in darkest hour?
The Lord, who wrought the heavens and the earth,
Hath set my soul beneath His boundless pow’r,
And granted me a hope of sacred birth.
No storm can shake the ground where He doth stand,
Nor stars above elude His tender care;
The mountains bow before His mighty hand,
And oceans sing His glory ev’rywhere.
When shadows fall and foes my heart assail,
His watchful eye doth guard me through the night.
No fear shall triumph, nor my courage fail,
For He sustains me with eternal light.
O Maker, Thou my refuge e’er shalt be,
My help, my strength, my endless victory.

The Grievous Sin of Bearing False Witness by Debbie Harris

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To speak false words against a neighbor’s name,
And weave a web of lies to cloud their worth,
Is sin that kindles strife’s unholy flame,
And scars the soul of all who walk this earth.
With breath untrue, the heart of trust is torn,
Its sacred bond by reckless tongues defiled.
What once was whole lies broken and forlorn,
Where innocence by falsehood’s craft is trialed.

O Christ, who faced the liar’s cruel decree,
Yet held Your truth with love that never swayed,
You call us now to speak with clarity,
And guard the just from slanders falsely laid.
Let honest lips prevail, Your grace inspire—
Bear witness true, and shun the tongue’s false fire.

The Ungodly Practice of Poisoning the Well of Trust with Slanderous Deceit by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet The Ungodly Practice of Poisoning the Well of Trust with Slanderous Deceit condemns the sinful act of slandering a person’s reputation through lies, likening it to poisoning a communal well of trust. It portrays deceitful words as a destructive force that obscures truth, fosters doubt, and replaces love with scorn. Drawing on Christ’s example, who endured false accusations with grace, the poem urges readers to reject slander, protect the innocent, and uphold truth. It calls for a servant-hearted commitment to speak honestly, ensuring no one’s good name is tainted by malice.

To poison wells of trust with whispered lies,
And taint a soul’s good name with venom’d breath,
Is sin that clouds the heart where honor dies,
And sows a field where only malice wreathes.
A tongue unchecked, with subtle slander’s art,
Can dim the light of truth in others’ eyes.
It builds a cage of doubt to trap the heart,
Where once was love, now scorn and fear arise.

O Christ, whose name was marred by false disdain,
You bore the weight of lies with silent grace.
Your servant love calls us to cleanse the stain,
And guard the pure from slander’s foul embrace.
Beware the tongue that taints the innocent’s fame—
Speak truth, and let no well bear poison’s shame.

The Cautionary Counsel Against Casting Sacred Pearls to Unheeding Swine by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet The Cautionary Counsel Against Casting Sacred Pearls to Unheeding Swine draws from Matthew 7:6 to warn against sharing sacred truths or heartfelt treasures with those who would thoughtlessly disregard or harm them. It portrays personal thoughts and faith as precious pearls, easily trampled by the unappreciative, likened to swine. The poem urges discernment in offering such gifts, ensuring they’re given to hearts that honor their worth. Guided by Christ’s wisdom, who loved all yet taught prudence, it calls for sharing with care, protecting the holy from scorn while fostering trust in those who dwell in truth and grace.

Do not cast pearls where heedless feet will tread,
Nor spill your heart’s own wealth to callous hands.
The sacred truths, by gentle spirits bred,
Lie marred when flung to cold, unyielding lands.
Each thought you share, a gem of priceless worth,
Deserves a soul who sees its holy light.
Yet swine, unmindful, trample in the earth
What gleams with grace beneath the heavens’ sight.

O Christ, who spoke of pearls with wisdom’s care,
You bid us guard the gifts we hold in trust.
Your servant heart, though pierced, still sought to share
With love for all, yet warned of scorn’s unjust.
Discern the hour, let prudence be your guide—
Share pearls where hearts in truth and grace abide.

The Tragedy Of Betrayed Confidence by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet “The Tragedy of Betrayed Confidence” portrays the profound pain of trust violated when a shared confidence is exposed. It depicts the sacred act of opening one’s heart as a tender gift, shattered by betrayal’s deceit, which spreads shame and isolates the betrayed. Contrasting this, Christ’s servant heart exemplifies perfect guardianship of trust, urging all to protect the vulnerable space where hearts are bared. The poem concludes by calling everyone to honor the trust placed in them, preventing the retreat of wounded hearts and upholding the sanctity of human connection.

A whispered truth, in tender trust bestowed,
Enfolds the heart where sacred thoughts dwell.
Yet when that bond, by careless lips, is mowed,
It casts the soul where bitter sorrows swell.
No blade cuts deeper than the friend’s deceit,
Who trades a confidence for fleeting gain.
The wound of words, once private, now replete,
Spreads shame abroad and leaves a lasting stain.

O Christ, who bore our griefs in silent grace,
Your servant heart kept every trust secure.
You call us still to shield the fragile space
Where souls unveil the heart’s most sacred core.
When confidence is broken, hearts retreat—
Lead all to honor hearts that trust complete.