Bette Ziakin
Vancouver, Washington
Bette ZiakinVancouver, Washington |
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Bette owned and operated her Fine Art School for 30 years. She has always enjoyed writing, but only within the last 10 years has she begun sharing her writings with others. Bette belongs to Memorial Lutheran Church and is a writer for Prayer Warriors articles, and a fun column called "Maynard, the Mouse." She has published one poetry book, Special Words from God's World, and is awaiting the release of another in mid-winter. She also writes many editorials in the newspaper and many short stories. Bette enjoys the quiet times in life when one can feel the inspiration coming from the heavens. Bette is a Distinguished Member of The International Society of Poets and has received the Editor's Choice Award from them. The proud mother of four, grandmother of eleven, and great-grandmother of one, Bette now devotes most of her time to writing and painting. |
The Fine LineI tripped over a fine wire in the annals of our time.I heard beautiful music, the organ and the chime. I walked the path to Heaven, and felt the closeness of the Lord. I put away my earthly armor, gave an angel there my sword. I stood at a radiant gate and waited for awhile, A man with glowing raiment greeted me with a smile. Were you called, my dear friend, to meet me at the gate? I tripped over a wire, I came over to this side. Is it the end of my sojourn there? Are you my heavenly guide? The man spoke not a word to me, but gently took my hand. My earthly world was over, I had pled the blood of the lamb. I walked with the angel of Heaven who had met me at Heaven's door. I will go now straight to Jesus, whom I will evermore adore. |
Inner StormOnce upon a night to ponder, my thoughts within began toWander, the lighting came streaking down. Thus I sat quite awed with fright, deafened with thunder and Fear of the night. I envisioned with horror and wonder, my Home struck and bursting asunder. Thus I sat quite still. The wind renewed its ominous wailing, I saw the sea with Dark ships sailing, my heart within was truly failing. My intuition told me, I was destined to die, I couldn't yet My life has been a lie. I was involved in fearful thinking When I shed a tear, eyes blurred and blinking, I looked with disbelief at the mirror on the wall. It mirrored me for all the world to see, MY INNER SOUL WAS BARED The storm by now had grown fiercer, the elements were in a Rage, I felt trapped within a cage. A Definite chapter in my LIFE. Winds were howling, thunder crashed, lighting flashed Across my room. Trees were falling meeting sudden doom. I sat up in my bed in horror, feeling some unearthly terror. Was the satanic bearer there to fetch and punish me? Pulling My covers around me tightly, which was my custom nightly so I Could hide from dreams that proved unrightly and were a Menace to my soul. I closed my eyes and prayed to the Lord Remove oh remove the power of this sword that is working To cut into my very soul, Blinding me from my eternal goal. I pled the blood of Jesus on my mortal being, and He knew Without seeing that chief of sinners was truly me, thus I Made a frantic plea. I did by this admission make my true Confession that of this life, I'd made a sham and in humility I am. As I prayed the winds were stilled, I became calm, losing the Chilled feeling that had engulfed me. The Lamb had removed my Sin, it was no longer alive within. The Holy Ghost makes His Home in my being, therein lies my calm for my God I am seeing. I REST IN PEACE, NO LONGER A STORM WITHOUT OR AN INNER STORM. |