I poured out all my fears today,
Along the path I walked.
My Savior listened as I prayed
He heard me as I talked.
His quiet, gentle Spirit said,
“Child, You must turn around,
Look up and lift your wearied head
From troubles on the ground.
For there in looking on the way,
Which lies behind your feet
You see my Light was here to stay –
Now trust and follow me.
I never ever leave your side,
Though dark it may appear.
The Light of Christ with you abides.
My peace and comfort’s near.”
Where shall I go from your Spirit?
Or where shall I flee from your presence?
(Poem and Pictures, Heidi Viars, 2014)