The Crown of Thorns Transformed: An Ode to Easter’s Redemptive Glory by Debbie Harris

09 Wednesday Apr 2025

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The sonnet describes how the thorns that once crowned Jesus in mockery are now a radiant, divine garland, reshaped by His victory over death. The bloodshed in agony transforms into beams of light, and the thorns bloom into roses, symbolizing grace. The cross, once a site of torment, rises as a majestic throne, proclaiming Christ’s triumph. The poem concludes by exalting this redemptive shift, where love converts suffering into an enduring, golden glory, celebrating Easter’s profound victory.

Where thorns once pierced the sacred brow in scorn,
Now blooms a crown no mortal hands could weave,
A garland wrought of light, by anguish torn,
Yet raised anew, its glory we receive.
The blood that stained the rugged wood with red,
Now flows as rays to gild the dawn’s embrace,
Each cruel barb, once harbinger of dread,
Becomes a rose in resurrection’s grace.
The cross, a scaffold grim, ascends a throne,
Its timbers sing where silence held its sway,
Through death’s defeat, the Savior’s might is shown,
A diadem of stars to light the day.
So hallowed be this triumph, pure and vast,
For love hath turned the thorns to gold at last.

The Resplendent Victory of Easter’s Eternal Reign: A Sonnet Celebrating the Divine Conquest Over Death and Darkness by Debbie Harris

09 Wednesday Apr 2025

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The sonnet portrays Easter as a powerful breaking of despair, with a glorious dawn signaling Christ’s victorious rise from the grave. He overcomes death’s grip, shattering its hold and transforming His wounds into symbols of eternal life. The heavens and earth join in jubilant praise, led by angelic choirs, as redeemed souls are lifted by His grace. The poem concludes with a call to rejoice under the sacred light of this victory, igniting hearts with the enduring power of Easter’s triumph.

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When Easter rends the veil of shadowed woe,
A golden dawn ignites the world anew,
The Savior storms from death’s unyielding foe,
His triumph crowns the morning’s glistening dew.
No stone could hold, no grave could dare confine,
The King who shattered hell’s unyielding gate,
His wounds, now stars, in radiant glory shine,
Proclaiming life where once reigned cruel fate.
The heavens roar, the earth in rapture sings,
As cherubim exalt with blazing chord,
Each soul redeemed soars high on victor’s wings,
Embraced by grace, the mercy of our Lord.
O let us rejoice beneath this holy spire,
For Easter’s might hath set our hearts afire.

The Shadowed Hunt of Easter: A Sonnet on the Alleged Time When Satanists Pursue the Pure of Heart by Debbie Harris

09 Wednesday Apr 2025

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The sonnet describes Easter as a season of renewal and celebration, marked by blooming lilies, children’s egg hunts, and songs of resurrection. However, it warns of a hidden danger: Satanists who stealthily hunt for victims among the unsuspecting faithful. While church bells ring and joy abounds, this malevolent presence weaves through the festivities, seeking the innocent. The poem urges guardians to rise and protect the vulnerable, ensuring Easter’s light overcomes the encroaching darkness.

When Eastertide awakes with spring’s embrace,
And lilies bloom to hail the risen Lord,
A darker will seeks out its hunting place,
Where Satanists unsheathe a silent sword.
The children chase their eggs through verdant fields,
While mothers sing of resurrection’s call,
Yet veiled in mirth, a predator concealed,
Stalks tender prey beneath the sunlit thrall.
The church bells toll, a shield of sacred sound,
But evil threads through crowds in subtle guise,
At Easter’s hour, their victims sought and found,
A harvest grim beneath the faithful’s eyes.
Rise, guardians, thwart the serpent’s cruel design,
Let Easter’s light in triumph ever shine

A Sonnet on the Heinous and Abhorrent Wicked Practice of Satanist Abduction, Ceremonial Preparation, and Holding of a Sacrificial Victim from April 21st to 26th by Debbie Harris

09 Wednesday Apr 2025

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The sonnet condemns a sinister and wicked ritual occurring between April 21st and 26th, where a secretive Satanist group abducts and prepares an innocent victim for sacrifice. It describes the period as a time of evil, marked by the binding and defilement of the victim in a dark ceremony that honors Satan and extinguishes human light. The poem expresses horror and revulsion at this cruel practice, calling it a profane and merciless act. Despite the bleakness, it ends with a glimmer of hope, wishing for justice to intervene and liberate the victim from this unholy torment.

The shadowed days of April’s cruel embrace,
From twenty-first to sixth, a vile rite grows,
A wicked cult in secrecy does trace
The steps of evil where no mercy flows.
A victim bound, their innocence defiled,
Prepar’d for sacrifice to sate the flame,
In rituals where darkness is beguiled,
And Satan’s name is whispered without shame.
Oh, how the heart recoils at such a deed,
Where human light is snuffed by hands profane,
A ceremonial curse, a twisted creed,
That revels in the innocent’s deep pain.
Yet hope endures—may justice strike them low,
And free the soul from this unholy woe.

Dominion Without End: A Poetic Take on Daniel 6:26 by Debbie Harris

08 Tuesday Apr 2025

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The sonnet “Dominion Without End: A Poetic Take on Daniel 6:26b” exalts the living God of Daniel 6:26b, whose eternal presence towers over earthly strife. His life endures beyond time’s fleeting dust, His throne steadfast in boundless glory. Mortal kingdoms fall to ruin, yet His holy, majestic reign—beauty-filled, unbroken, and supreme—stands unshaken, its walls defying storms and night alike. With a scepter ruling the skies, His dominion flows as an endless tide, outlasting empires and mortal songs. The earth is summoned to confess with awe that the living Lord abides past time’s end, His reign forever paramount.

A living God ascends above the fray,
His breath outlasts the fleeting dust of time,
No force can shake His throne or bid it sway,
Forever fixed in glory’s boundless clime.
His kingdom stands where mortal realms decay,
Unbroken by the storms that rend and tear,
Its walls defy the night, embrace the day,
A reign no ruin’s hand can e’er impair.
Through endless years His scepter holds the skies,
Dominion vast, a tide that knows no shore,
While empires fall and mortal praises die,
His rule persists where none may reign before.
So let the earth confess with trembling pen,
The living Lord abides through time’s own end.

In God’s Great House: A Reflection on 2 Timothy 2:20 by Debbie Harris

07 Monday Apr 2025

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The sonnet “In God’s Great House: A Reflection on 2 Timothy 2:20” reflects on 2 Timothy 2:20, which describes a house containing vessels of gold, silver, wood, and clay, each with distinct purposes—some noble, some common. It portrays these vessels as varied yet unified within God’s vast house, all bearing a “holy flame” in their own ways, symbolizing their shared divine calling. Gold and silver vessels shine with grace, while wood and clay offer humble strength, holding “daily bread divine.” Their purposes stem from God’s hands, which shape, refine, and assign their roles. Though their stations differ, they are all valued and embraced within His fold, urged to shine or serve as called, forever enthralled in His presence.

Within a vast and storied house they stand,
The vessels wrought of gold and silver gleam,
While wood and clay, shaped by a humbler hand,
In quiet service find their own esteem.
All bear the holy flame in varied ways,
Their polished forms a testament to grace,
Yet others hold the daily bread divine,
Their simple strength a beauty none displace.
Each purpose flows from hands that know the clay,
The fire that refines, the will that molds,
And though their stations differ day by day,
God’s hands assign their tasks within His fold.
So let us shine or serve as we are called,
In God’s vast house, where all are e’er enthralled.

A Vision of a World Transformed by the Pure Intent to Bless Others Without Exalting Sin by Debbie Harris

07 Monday Apr 2025

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The poem envisions a world where people uplift the weak and mend brokenness, turning from selfishness to kindness. It portrays a place of grace, free from greed and envy, where strength and harmony prevail, and suffering gives way to renewal. Light reveals truth, and voices join in a shared dream of healing and growth. This world rises in splendor, defined by blessings offered without honoring sin.

Beneath bright skies, hands reach to lift the weak,
Not praising faults, but mending what is torn,
Hearts turn from self, with kindness all to seek,
A dawn of grace where bitter strife is shorn.

Fields bloom with care, not greed’s unyielding grasp,
Towns echo laughter, free from envy’s sting,
Each soul lends strength, no curse in word or clasp,
Pure waters flow where once was suffering.

No shadow falls to cloak a hidden wrong,
Light bathes the earth in truth’s unyielding gleam,
Voices unite in harmony, not long,
To heal, to build, to chase a higher dream.

So might this world in splendor rise anew,
Where sin is not celebrated or held dear.

A Prayer for the Outpouring of Divine Blessings Upon All Souls by Debbie Harris

07 Monday Apr 2025

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The poem depicts a human plea for divine blessings, rising from a burdened world to a realm of grace. It seeks peace to heal the soul, strength to endure trials, light to guide through darkness, and mercy to renew barren lives. In humble trust, it portrays a timeless act of kneeling in hope for pure blessings that have been sought since the beginning of time.

Beneath vast skies, voices rise in plea,
Where grace abides, beyond all mortal sight,
Humble hearts seek blessings full and free,
In silent hopes too deep for words to write.

This world below with burdens presses hard,
Yet faith soars up, a bridge to realms divine,
Peace calms the soul when tempests leave it scarred,
Strength holds through trials fate may yet design.

Oh, let light shine where shadows dim the path,
A gleam to pierce the dark of doubt and dread,
May mercy rain on fields that bear no wrath,
To bloom afresh where barren dust once spread.

In quiet trust, knees bend to heavens vast,
For blessings pure, sought since time’s dawn was cast.

The Call of Carolina and Biltmore’s Grace by Debbie Harris

06 Sunday Apr 2025

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A vision blooms where southern skies unfold,
A land to claim with poetry’s high aim,
Where laureate dreams in golden lines are told,
And Biltmore’s grandeur fans the muse’s flame.
Through whispered oaks, the driveway curves unwind,
Excitement swells where marbled floors arise,
And stonework shapes a vision so divine,
A timeless craft to spark the poet’s eyes.
The gardens stretch, a canvas green and vast,
The halls resound with echoes of the past,
A world where beauty’s built to ever last,
Inspires the soul to verses unsurpassed.
So Carolina calls with open door,
To weave my art where dreams and stone endure.

A Heartfelt Plea to Flee the Love of Money and Pursue the Enduring Treasures of Righteousness, Faith, and Godliness by Debbie Harris

06 Sunday Apr 2025

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“A Heartfelt Plea to Flee the Love of Money and Pursue the Enduring Treasures of Righteousness, Faith, and Godliness”, inspired by 1 Timothy 6:10-11: The sonnet warns of the dangers of loving money, describing it as a destructive force that twists the soul, leads to greed, and pulls one away from faith, resulting in self-inflicted sorrow. It urges the reader, addressed as a “man of God,” to reject this temptation and instead pursue a virtuous life marked by righteousness, godliness, faith, love, endurance, and gentleness. These qualities, it suggests, offer a lasting reward far greater than temporary wealth. The poem concludes with a call to abandon material greed and seek the eternal treasures of a spiritual existence.


The love of gold, a root that twists the soul,
Entwines the heart with thorns of bitter greed,
A wandering path where faith can lose its role,
And griefs arise from want’s unyielding need.
Yet flee, O man of God, this shadowed snare,
Turn not thy gaze to fleeting wealth’s embrace,
But seek the light where righteousness is fair,
And godliness adorns thy spirit’s grace.
With faith and love, let endurance be thy guide,
A gentle hand to steer through tempest’s call,
For in these virtues, truth and peace abide,
A crown more lasting than the world’s brief thrall.
So cast aside the coin that blinds the eye,
And rise to treasures stored in realms on high.