Seatherny’s Royal Symphony by Debbie Harris

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The poem, titled “Seatherny’s Royal Symphony,” captures a serene moment at dawn where the beauty of nature and divine creation intertwine. A brief note explains that “seatherny” is a coined term for the peace felt when hearing birdsong. The verses describe royal, melodic notes and bird-inspired “feathered sonnets” filling the morning air, a harmonious “refrain” crafted by Christ. This beauty flows outward, unfolding like a symphony, evoking a sense of ongoing wonder and tranquility.

Note: “Seatherny” is a coined term meaning the serenity felt when listening to birdsong.

Royal notes through dawn’s embrace,
Feathered sonnets fill the space,
Christ created this sweet refrain,
Beauty flows, a symphony unfolds.

Christ’s Masterpiece Of Sunrise by Debbie Harris

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The poem paints a vivid picture of dawn breaking, beginning with a dark, indigo sky that gradually transforms as Christ’s hand ignites a golden glow. Colors like amber, rose, lavender, and saffron weave together, symbolizing His grace awakening the world. Towering spires catch the light as shadows fade, and a fiery sun rises, revealing a sunrise—Christ’s daily masterpiece that confesses His love and renews the earth with each new day.

In twilight’s grip, the indigo reigns,
A boundless veil where silence wanes.
A flicker ignites, gold molten and shy,
Christ’s hand spills threads across the sky.

Amber ribbons twist with rose,
A dance of hues where night erodes.
Lavender whispers, peach unfurls,
His grace is great, a waking world.

Shadows shrink from towering spires,
Their edges gleam with borrowed fires.
Crimson swells, then saffron glows,
Azure bows to coral wings.

A fiery heart ascends the brim,
The dawn awakens, bold and prim—
A sunrise blooms, Christ’s love confessed,
Our Savior’s masterpiece, each day expressed.

A Biblical Poetic Reflection On Light Found In The Scriptures by Debbie Harris

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A spark ignites the void’s deep night,
“Let there be!”—and dawn unfurls,
The primal light of worlds unborn,
God’s voice in radiant swirls.

He cloaks Himself in beams divine,
A garment spun of endless day,
The Father of lights, unshadowed, pure,
No darkness dares to stay.

A Star descends, the Word made flesh,
The true light piercing gloom,
“I am the light!” He boldly cries,
Life’s flame in death’s cold tomb.

A lamp aglow, His word unfolds,
A path through shadows cast,
Wisdom’s gleam for stumbling feet,
A glow that holds us fast.

From darkened lands, a dawn breaks forth,
Salvation’s rays arise,
Righteousness in brilliance burns,
A hope that never dies.

We, too, are kindled—chosen sparks,
To shine where night holds sway,
Children of light, a city bright,
Reflecting Heaven’s ray.

Against the dark, the light contends,
A war of truth and grace,
Evil flees where knowledge glows,
Christ’s glory in our face.

And yet to come, the final gleam,
No sun, no moon, no flame,
The Lamb’s own light, the Lord’s own fire,
Eternal in His name.

The Throne’s Intercessor, Jesus Christ, Our Lord by Debbie Harris

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The poem depicts Jesus Christ’s humble descent from divine glory to earthly dust, driven by a deep and just love. Through this condescension, He embraces humanity’s shame and sorrow, freeing the captives. Standing before God’s throne with scarred hands, He serves as our advocate, interceding with mercy and ultimately claiming us as His own in an act of eternal redemption.

From heights of endless light,
He stepped into the dust—
The condescension of Christ,
A love so deep, so just.

Divinity laid low,
To bear our broken plea,
He took our shame, our woe,
To set the captive free.

Before the throne He stands,
Our voice in mercy’s court,
With scarred and pleading hands,
He claims us as His own.

Redemption’s Crown by Debbie Harris

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The poem portrays a transformative journey through a powerful, royal love that redeems the soul. This love crowns the individual with Christ’s righteousness, allowing God to see His Son when He looks upon us. Adorned with salvation’s golden crown and a blazing robe of righteousness, woven with mercy’s blessings, the redeemed soul emerges as a magnificent masterpiece—studded with gold, silver, and gemstones—reflecting the brilliance of our Savior’s redeeming grace.

A royal redeemed love,
Burning strong within,
Transforms a life—
A soul newly crowned
With Christ’s righteousness.

When God looks upon us,
He sees His Son—
Salvation’s golden crown agleam,
A robe of righteousness ablaze,
Threaded with mercy’s blessings,
And we become the gold, silver,
Gemstone-studded masterpiece
Of our Savior’s redeeming grace.

Emerald Praise by Debbie Harris

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The poem “Emerald Praise” celebrates the beauty of trees, likening their leaves to a string of emeralds adorning rough bark. It expresses awe and admiration, attributing this natural splendor to God’s glorious creation in a concise, vivid burst of imagery and reverence.

String of emeralds
Strung on bark,
This is God’s
Glorious creation
Of trees!

Sonnet Of The Royal Realm by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet celebrates redemption as a transformative act that ushers the born-again into a royal realm. Once lost, they are crowned as privileged sons and daughters of the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Through His sacrifice, the King remakes them, granting access to His throne. Their souls draw life from sacred streams, their veins filled with royal blood, as the Lord calls them into His care, birthing them as eternal heirs. In this radiant realm, His voice blends strength and gentleness, affirming their new identity as belonging heirs.

Redemption breaks like dawn on frozen ground,
A realm of royalty unfolds its gate,
The born-again, once lost, are newly crowned,
As sons and daughters of the King’s estate.

His breath, a wind, remakes our brittle clay,
The King of Kings has claimed us for His own,
Through nail-pierced hands, He carves a living way,
To plant our feet before His golden throne.

Each soul drinks deep from streams of sacred flood,
Our veins now pulse with privileged, royal blood,
The Lord of Lords has called us to His care,
And born us as His own eternal heir.

In this bright realm, His voice is soft and strong,
We stand as heirs where once we did not belong.

The Robes Of The King Of Kings And Lord Of Lords by Debbie Harris

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The poem envisions Jesus Christ as the King of Kings, adorned in majestic, divine garments that reflect His royal authority and tender grace. His robes, white as dawn with golden threads, symbolize purity and glory, while a crimson and purple mantle signifies His sacrificial love and sovereignty. Crowned with stars and radiant jewels, He transcends earthly kingship. The final stanza portrays His attire proclaiming His might, yet His graceful presence enhances it, revealing Him as both a Shepherd and King who lovingly summons us to draw near.

Beneath the heavens’ boundless dome,
He reigns where mortal kings would roam,
In garments spun from light divine,
A splendor mortal eyes define.

White as dawn, His robes unfurl,
A purity to cleanse the world,
With golden threads, like rivers bright,
Weaving glory through the night.

A mantle falls, a crimson tide,
A sacred hue from love’s own side,
Purple flows, a royal shade,
Sovereign grace in every fold.

No thorns to pierce His brow this day,
A crown of stars now lights His way,
Jewels gleam with radiant beams,
Eternal King in endless gleams.

His robes proclaim His royal might,
A vesture vast as heaven’s height,
His grace adorns the robes He wears,
The Shepherd King who calls us near.

Exquisite Emmanuel Light by Debbie Harris

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The poem is a reverent ode to a divine presence, addressed as “O Lord,” whose radiant “Emmanuel light” infuses every breath and moment with grace. This light, delicate as a “wisp of filigree gleam,” transforms each dawn into an unspoken gift of transcendent beauty. The poem closes with the assurance of this presence’s eternal abiding, a constant “ever there,” offering comfort and wonder beyond measure.

O Lord
you fill each breath
with your exquisite Emmanuel light.

Like a wisp
of filigree gleam,
your velvet presence
glows—so every dawn
lifts a grace unspoken,

shining like a diamond gleam,
your light a hymn beyond compare.

Easter Bloom by Debbie Harris

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The poem, Easter Bloom, portrays the renewal of Easter through vivid natural imagery. It begins with dawn illuminating a landscape where earth and willow signal rebirth. A crocus emerges from frost, symbolizing resilience, while sparrows’ songs fill the air with a sacred melody. The poem concludes with life breaking free from burial, as light gently nurtures a triumph over death, echoing Easter’s theme of resurrection.

Beneath the willow’s tender sway,
a dawn spills gold on broken clay—
the earth exhales, a quiet hymn,
resurrection stitched in every limb.

The crocus lifts its purple throat,
a fragile note the frost rewrote,
and sparrows thread the air with sound,
their wings a psalm on hallowed ground.

What was buried stirs anew,
root and stone part ways for dew—
the light leans in, soft as breath,
to cradle life that outruns death.