Heidi Viars

What is the wind –
Were it not for man’s walk
In a cool morning breeze
Where He hears his God talk?

What is the sun –
Were it not for man’s eyes
Which when turned to horizons
See new mercies arise?

What is the bird –
Were it not for man’s ears
Where its song turns his mind
Stills and calms his great fears?

What are the woods –
Were it not for their shade
Where man ponders the question
How and why he was made.

Who is man –
Were it not for God’s plan
Who knit him together
With His own able hand?

What is the cross –
Were it not for the blood
Where man’s sins were atoned,
Where Christ died out of love?

The Son is the image of the invisible God,
the firstborn over all creation.
For in him all things were created:
things in heaven and on earth,
visible and invisible,
whether thrones
or powers
or rulers
or authorities;
all things have been created through him and for him.
He is before all things,
and in him all things hold together.
And he is the head of the body,
the church;
he is the beginning
and the firstborn from among the dead,
so that in everything
he might have the supremacy.
For God was pleased to have all his fullness dwell in him,
and through him to reconcile to himself all things,
whether things on earth
or things in heaven,
by making peace through his blood,
shed on the cross.
(Colossians 1:15-20)
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(Pictures and Poetry, Heidi Viars, 2015)