Pondering and poetry by heidi viars
We tried to row and move along. The winds were harsh and waves were strong. With raging storms and waters high, We could not move for fear to die. * You just had shown your mighty pow’r, In feeding crowds that previous hour….
They hurled insults, and spat on you. They laughed – said that you’re mad. They beat and kicked you in your face, Then left and hoped you’re dead. * They said you must deny your God. Then beat you till you would. They tried…
S’cuse me while you folks debate, In knowledge deep and high, While you ponder those who’re gone And said their last good bye. * Sorry, if I bother you, In fig’ring out who lied, That boy took daddy’s gun away Left, shot himself, and…
Awareness … of the sound of the ice breaking and snow crunching beneath my feet … Awareness … of my heartbeat drumming in unison with the pace of my walk … Awareness … of my breath, visible only for a short second … Awareness…
(The best sermons preached are those coming from our own hearts reaching down into our own souls… such was this poem!) * You can’t just click to follow Me You must deny yourself. You can’t hit “like” to help you see – But love…
Parenting is humbling. Parenting teenagers can be downright humiliating. While we instruct and correct we must do so carefully and lovingly, lest we ourselves become the object lessons to our juvenile audience. Yes, I admit, I am a loser. Let me explain. Last night…
So often I rush about, seeking recognition, and trying to make myself indispensable and important. Resting and slowing down to see the beauty in nature seem counter cultural and counter self. But here in the rest and outside, my mind is able to…
Walk with me. Let’s remember the spring when we planted gardens and watched them grow. Walk with me. Let’s remember the summer when we sat at the beach and watched the kids play. Walk with me. Let’s remember the fall when we ate apples…
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