My Reflection

Looking in the mirror I see my reflection

Casting an eye back at me

What is it that I see in you

As I gaze gently warmly softly


I see the beauty that is within

The love that burgeons forth

Waiting desiring to be loved

Accepted by others


I see a candle burning brightly

Lighting up the world

Being and shining forth

Illuminating and enlightening


One day that reflection will go forth

And others will see the beauty within

My eyes my  heart my being

And embrace God’s light within me.



The Sweet Love of Jesus

Wrap us in your daily love to behold

Shout to us it’s limitless width and breadth

Jesus show your love’s worth more than pure gold

And keeps us from fearing our earthly death


Your love’s from everlasting to everlasting

We experience it through your great grace

You show sweet love through our prayer and fasting

When you answer we look upon your face


Prompting us to tell about your sweetness

Showing that in you there is no weakness


Ode to Mothers

A Mother’s worth is as pure gold

She teaches her children great lessons

With grace as her babies unfold

But it’s never with oppression

It’s with love that she takes action

For one day they will swiftly fly

With wings that will gain great traction

and soar to great heights in the sky

So that she as nurturer will smile

knowing that one day she will leave

And her children will ponder her style

With lovely thoughts that help them grieve

And memories that soothe soul’s sorrows

Will make her children one day say

That she prepared them for tomorrow

To celebrate her love like Mother’s Day


Deirdre M. DeLoatch


This poem is dedicated to those whose mothers have passed away. I know Mother’s Day was last month, but I wanted to write it then, but I didn’t finish my thoughts. My sister’s colleague just lost her mom in a tragic car accident because of a drunk driver. I wrote this because our mothers are everything to us, like her mother was to her. Some of our mothers are with the Lord in heaven. Those of us who are fortunate, may still have them with us. We have them here for a season, but we never know when their day will be their last. Let’s celebrate everyday with them and honor them for their personal sacrifice in helping us become what and whom we are today. The Bible says to honor thy mother and thy father for your days will be long (Exodus 20:12).

For personal reflection read one of the most tender stories about Ruth and Naomi. It epitomizes the love between a “mother” and daughter, although they were in- laws. Be blessed by this.

Read Ruth 1-4.



Living Water

Living Water

Jesus is the living water for the world
Drink you who thirst for His purifying love
His water washes and makes us clean pearls
And His water calls us like a gentle dove

Jesus’ calming water sustains precious life
His undulating water floods our needy souls
His gentle ocean current cleanses life’s strife
Beckoning us to come not in part but in whole

His power fills the body and the earth
Redeems the world and ushers life anew
Taste His living water as new life is birthed
Bathe in His abundant fresh morning dew

Taste and see that His water is indeed sweet
For His arm is not too short to meet and greet

Deirdre M. DeLoatch

Read John 4 for further study. Jesus says, ” Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”

God’s Friendship: The Air We Breathe


Jesus is “the Lily of the valley.” The lily of the valley is one of my favorite flowers because its scent perfumes a home, not just a room. He is the true vine. Apart from him, we can do nothing.

Rainbows beam through the prism of light’s glow

Seeds grow through the air that they daily breathe

Flowers bloom through pruning – its ebb and flow

Friendship glistens through trust that never leaves


Nothing breathes without God’s nurture that warms

To smooth over life’s deep valleys and eyes’ tears

The rain brings the rainbow spectrum of life’s storms

We drink God’s living water through trying years


Let His friendship sprout spring lilies from his light

Let Him rebuke winds and waves that obey him

As we trust his friendship to help our plights

We drink his living water filled to life’s brim


His friendship is everything for life to grow

Let’s plant Jesus our holy seed to sow


Deirdre M. DeLoatch



I was inspired to write this poem after an outing to the New York Botanical Garden  with some friends. My friends strengthened and encouraged me as iron sharpens iron. I pray that this poem encourages you to reach out to Jesus, your greatest friend, and to your earthly friends whom have proven themselves worthy. Let’s remember to be fishers of men!


L to R: Karen, Lunette, Becky, Marilyn, Deirdre, Avionne (our photographer is Sheila)

For further reflection read: Matthew 7:15-20; Matthew 8:23-27; Genesis 9-17.

God’s Zephyr

God’s spirit moves forever in the mighty wind
Know it is his presence that never ever dims
It is the very air we breathe that softly blows
Feel his very essence his living waters flow
He is the great I am and the bread of our lives
Believe he takes us through and helps us daily strive
God’s wind like his spirit shows his omnipotence
Cease never to show his royal preeminence
His wind trumpets notes of sweet melodious chimes
Lift our hands and voices to praise Him one more time

Deirdre M. DeLoatch


I wrote this poem in response to someone who doubts the living God. Although we cannot see the wind, there is evidence all around us that the wind blows. Like wind, God is real; we can look at our lives and see evidence that he exists and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek him (Hebrews 11:6). He opens up the eyes of the hearts of those who look for him and enlightens so that we know the far exceeding riches of his glory (Ephesians 1).image

I know God is real. Many things in my life could not have happened except for the presence of a true and living God. In my next post, I will share some evidence! I pray that we all have fresh encounters with Him.


For edification read: Ephesians 1; Hebrews 11.

God’s Love

God is the potter we are the molded clay

He is the freshness like the morning dew

That greets at the start of every blue day

Helping us to see our lives so anewimage


His love sustains us now and forever

Often when our friends are not to be found

His compassion will never be severed

Lifting us up when our spirits are down


Jesus’ love sticks closer than a brother

He shows great grace and mercy at all times

The greatest father and our souls’ lover

We will never need another paradigm


Drink in his rivers of abundant loveimage

And taste the sweetness of the greatest dove




For reflection read: Jeremiah 18:3-4; 1 John 4