Canticle Of The Lone by Debbie Harris

28 Friday Mar 2025

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The poem, “One lone bird singing in the black onyx of night tells the world that the glory of Jesus is everywhere in sight,” depicts a single bird singing in a dark, gem-like night. Its song serves as a proclamation, revealing the omnipresent glory of Jesus, blending nature and spirituality in a vivid, hopeful moment.

One lone bird singing in

the black onyx of night

tells the world that the

redemptive glory of Jesus

is everywhere in sight

Christ’s Beauty Filled Eternal Light by Debbie Harris

28 Friday Mar 2025

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The poem is a 14-line sonnet that explores the beauty of Christ through rich imagery and theological depth. It opens with light fracturing through a stained-glass window, symbolizing Christ’s grace illuminating the ordinary. This beauty arises from both joy and suffering, embodied in a humble king whose love stands alone. His pierced hands bring redemption, his eyes reflect eternity, and his silent presence resonates with a cosmic harmony that draws even the stars. The sonnet reflects on how no human craft can fully capture his tender strength or radiant wounds, yet he emerges as an eternal light within the dust of earth—a paradox of divine splendor. It closes with a couplet exalting Christ’s radiant beauty, which heals and unites beyond the bounds of time.

The light that fractures through the stained-glass pane,
A prismed gleam of grace on rough-hewn stone,
Reveals a beauty born of joy and pain,
A king who kneels, a love that stands alone.
His hands, once pierced, now hold the world’s repair,
His eyes, like wells, reflect eternity,
And in His silence sings a song so fair,
That stars incline to hear its harmony.
No marble cold could carve such tender might,
No mortal hue could paint His wounded gleam,
Yet in the dust He dawns, our endless light,
A paradox of splendor in a dream.
O Christ, whose radiance bathes the world in gold,
Your beauty binds what ages can’t unfold.

In Christ Alone, the Dawn of Redemption Shines by Debbie Harris

28 Friday Mar 2025

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The sonnet portrays a world shrouded in darkness and burdened by sin, where humanity struggles in despair. Amid this gloom, Jesus emerges as the singular source of hope, a divine light whose love and grace mend brokenness and offer eternal salvation. Earthly powers pale in comparison to His might and mercy, establishing Him as the way, the truth, and the life. The poem concludes with a call for all nations to praise Him, affirming that Christ alone is the world’s ultimate hope and redemption.

Amid the shadows cast by mortal strife,
Where hearts in darkness wander far astray,
The world, a canvas marred by sin’s dull knife,
Cries out beneath its burdens day by day.
Yet through the gloom, a single light does gleam,
A Savior born to bear our every woe,
His love, the thread that mends each broken seam,
In Him alone does hope eternal grow.
No earthly crown can rival grace divine,
No power here can match His tender might,
For Jesus, Lamb and King, in truth does shine,
The way, the life, the dawn that ends our night.
So let the nations lift their voice and sing,
In Christ alone, our hope, our everything.

Easter by Debbie Harris

28 Friday Mar 2025

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The frost unclenches,
a fist of winter softened
by the first gold thread
of morning—light spills
like sap through the veins
of the maple, tender
and alive.

Beneath the stone’s
cold weight, a tremor—
not of earth, but of breath
unfurling, a green shoot
splitting the dark.
The sparrow knows it,
tilting her beak to sing
what the wind already hums:
He is not here.

The garden quivers,
petals unscrolling
from their tight tombs,
and I, barefoot
on this damp soil,
feel the pulse
of a world remade—
not by my hands,
but His rising.

Shining Bright With Christ’s Ultimate Strength by Debbie Harris

28 Friday Mar 2025

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Where cypress bows to kiss the river’s gleam,
And sunlight threads the moss in golden strands,
I walk the wildwood, borne on strength supreme—
Christ’s power dwells in these frail, mortal hands.

The heron stands unmoved by wind’s rough play,
The pine holds firm though tempests rake the hill—
So in my soul, a might beyond decay,
A quiet force that bends me to His will.

Through tangled paths where shadows darkly press,
When doubt would root and fear would bid me flee,
I feel the pulse of grace, no less, no less—
Christ’s power dwells, a fire alive in me.

The brook sings on though stones its course defy,
The eagle mounts where mortal sight grows dim—
So too, with Him, my spirit lifts to fly,
His strength my song, my everlasting hymn.

Names Of Jesus by Debbie Harris

28 Friday Mar 2025

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The poem reflects on the diverse names of Jesus—Emmanuel, Messiah, Rabboni, Lamb, Alpha, and Omega—each tied to a moment in time or nature’s rhythm, like dawn, noon, or dusk. Through vivid imagery, it portrays these names as threads that connect the human and divine, revealing His presence, sacrifice, and eternal nature in a way that binds the world together.

In the half-light of dawn,
His name hums through the reeds—
Emmanuel, soft as frost on the sill,
God-With-Us, breathing where shadows stretch.

By noon, the stones cry Messiah,
anointed edge of a promise split open,
oil running down the cracks of the world,
a gleam too bright for unready eyes.

The sparrow tilts her head to Rabboni,
Teacher, threading lessons through dust,
a voice that bends the olive branch low,
words rooting deep in the clay of us.

At dusk, Lamb trembles on the wind,
wool-white and blood-red,
a silence that roars over altars,
carrying the weight of what we cannot hold.

And in the dark, Alpha, Omega,
the circle unbroken,
a whisper curling around the stars,
beginning and end pressed into one.

Each name a thread,
each syllable a stitch,
binding the torn hem of earth
to the vastness of His sleeve.

On The Blessed Forgiveness Of Jesus Christ by Debbie Harris

28 Friday Mar 2025

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The frost forgives the blade of grass,
releases it from winter’s grip—
a slow thaw, a bending back
toward light. So too, His hands,
nail-scarred, unfold the air,
and I, brittle with my own breaking,
feel the melt.

Not a loud undoing,
no thunderclap to split the guilt apart,
but a stream wearing stone smooth,
a whisper in the marrow:
You are enough, because I am.

The sparrow doesn’t rehearse its fall,
yet the ground receives it soft.
I stumble, and the earth of Him
rises to meet me—
not a judge’s gavel,
but a gardener’s touch,
pruning what was dead,
calling green from the stump.

The sky holds no memory of storm,
only the rinse of blue after rain.
So His eyes, steady as dawn,
wash the shadow from my name,
and I am held,
small and whole,
in the quiet of a mercy
that knows me better
than I know myself.

The Supremacy And Majesty Of Christ by Debbie Harris

28 Friday Mar 2025

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In the bend of light through a frost-etched pane,
he reigns—quietly, a pulse of gold
beneath the skin of the world.
The cedar bows, heavy with snow,
and the sparrow, a fleck of breath
against the wind,
whisper his name without knowing.

Not in the clamor of thrones,
but in the seed splitting earth,
the slow seep of sap,
he holds all things—
the vast and the minute—
in a hand scarred with star-dust.
The river knows him,
carving its hymn through stone,
and the stars, those fierce sentinels,
burn with his borrowed fire.

Once, he was small—
a curl of flesh in straw,
a cry swallowed by night—
yet the sky split wide,
and angels, reckless with joy,
sang the weight of glory
into a manger’s dust.
Now, he sits enthroned
where time frays into eternity,
upholding the unraveling threads
of our days with a word.

Look: the crocus pierces winter’s shroud,
a fragile lance of purple,
and there—his triumph.
The cross, a stark tree,
roots deep in soil and shame,
blossoms into a crown
no shadow can unmake.

Seam Of Gold by Debbie Harris

28 Friday Mar 2025

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The poem explores hope in Christ through vivid natural imagery—a gray sky, a sparrow’s song, a crocus blooming in frost, and water waiting beneath ice. It portrays a world marked by cold and shadow, yet threaded with subtle signs of life and promise. Christ is depicted as a “seam of gold,” a hidden, steady presence woven through brokenness, offering hope that is quiet but certain, like a dawn that emerges from darkness or a hand that sustains even the smallest fall.

The sky hangs gray, a shroud of ash,
yet through the pines, a sparrow stitches
song into the silence—small, insistent,
like a pulse beneath the frost.

I walk the ridge where shadows pool,
where stone splits under winter’s weight,
and there, a crocus dares to bloom—
pale flame against the cold,
its roots a whispered creed.

Christ is the seam, the hidden gold,
running through the torn earth,
the promise pressed into the seed
that splits to breathe.

I’ve seen the water hold its shape
beneath the ice, waiting,
a mirror for the dawn to come—
not loud, not soon, but sure.
Hope is this: the hand that holds
the sparrow’s fall,
the thread that pulls the morning
from the dark.

A Soul’s Triumph in Completing Tasks for Heaven’s Sake by Debbie Harris

28 Friday Mar 2025

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The poem celebrates the joy and spiritual fulfillment found in performing a task for God’s glory. It describes a person who approaches their work with enthusiasm and faith, feeling uplifted rather than weighed down. As they complete the task, they proclaim “Done!” with exhilaration, their soul enriched by divine love and purpose. The sonnet portrays labor as a source of heavenly delight, where every effort reflects God’s radiance, culminating in boundless, eternal joy.

With eager hands, I greet the morning’s call,
A task to weave beneath the golden sky,
My spirit lifts, no burden here to ply,
For in His name, I rise above it all.
Each motion sings, a hymn to grace so tall,
The heart takes flight where earthly cares deny,
“Done!” I shout, with rapture drawing nigh,
God’s glory crowns my soul, my joy enthralls.

The day unfolds in beams of radiant light,
A path of purpose, free and unconfined,
His love ignites the spark within my sight,
Through every deed, His splendor intertwined.
To labor so is heaven’s pure delight,
A boundless joy, eternal and divine.