Pondering and poetry by heidi viars
Open my eyes to the souls next to me. Open my vision to hearts who can’t see. Open my ears so their cries I can hear. Open my life, living Christ’s hope – not fear. Open my arms to the hurt and the lost….
The play is over. The light is dimmed. The curtain is closing. A few actors are still left, Forced to move to the center stage. Sorry, there are no flowers, Only chilling applause for those who played to the end. Thank you for a…
Today, the alarm went off early. The gift was ready to go, sitting by the front door. In a see-through, large, airtight bag it looked quite pretty. The card read, “TO THE GARBAGE COLLECTOR – THANK YOU!” I had securely tied a flashlight (a…
When I came home, I noticed the garbage was still at the curb. Normally the collectors make their rounds much earlier in the morning. I had just bought a box of chocolates to pass on to our faithful garbage person next week. But seeing…
The heart of Christmas can’t be found In strings of lights on trees. It doesn’t beat in Christmas sounds. With eyes it can’t be seen. The heart of Christmas you can’t buy In store, or shop, or mall. In sleigh with reindeer it can’t…
In my business making memories, I have become too occupied to remember. If I never take time to reflect on those memories, that business is worthless. ~~~ “Lord, I admit that I often run around trying to make all these memories, when in fact…
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