Author: Heidi Viars
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Morning Proverbs
(After my Bible reading today in Proverbs, I sensed a nudge to try to write my own. My soul quickly found a deep joy as I contemplated Truth in my day to day. You should try it.) Many are my ways, but only One Way will lead to Eternal Life.…
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The Greatest of All
There in the sky I saw a sparrow, quite smallChased a blackbird away, as if in a squall. Then not too much later coming down with a blowThe blackbird was pecking the head of a crow I am telling the truth, then the crow slammed a hawkCharged that fowl –…
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WORD(S)
The last time I saw youWords were hurled, thrown aboutThe last time we spokeYou were on your way out I wondered if new wordsPerhaps in a letter Would mend what we heardCould make all this better But I fear it’s too lateThat more words cannot healCan’t make broken things greatCan’t…
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Truth Still Bleeds
Not many want knowThe truth behind our tearsNot everyone can seeWhat only few can hear Ties don’t hold in placesThrough fibers made of glassWhile reading books of facesAnd seeking greener grass The painful Truth is this:We’re all a cause for tears –Our deeds and those we miss –While conqu’ring doubts…
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The Last Gift
The last Christmas gift arrived Saturday while I stood on my porch in the snow and while I shook out the left-over Christmas dust from the doormats and rugs. Just as I was about to head into the house to finish my weekend chores, the FedEx truck pulled into the…
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Epiphany – Christmas Afterthoughts
(I wrote these words on Christmas morning and wasn’t sure if I should post them. For many the Christmas season comes to end with Epiphany. I pray, however, that the wonder of the incarnation be with us throughout the year to come.) I look beyond my computer screen out of…
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My Prayer for You in the New Year
I pray you find God’s open doorsFind gates to pastures greenPursue the blessings which are yoursBe calmed by quiet streams But when the road on which you’re sentIs dark and cold the wayI pray there be a single friendWhen doubt-winds make you sway I pray you leave the doors locked…
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Pregnant with the World to Come
Anticipation fills my heartLonging for the world to comeA placeWhere birds no longer chasedBy ice and cold.Where children no more die and strayAnd mothers get to holdTheir babes – caress their smiling face. My soul it thirstsFor coming ways when newsOf sickness and of shortened daysNot even are in memories…
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The Suit
A Short Story (Fiction – Kind Of) John stood in the cold bedroom staring into the dresser mirror and stroked a strand of white hair from his face. His skin sagged around his high cheekbones and neck. The white shirt and black tie made him look even more pale…
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The Worship of the Luna Moth
Sometimes a story makes me emotional before I ever understand it completely, before I have dug for its meaning and before I had time to meditate on it to see what God might have to say through it. This one is one of those stories. I have not completely comprehended…
Heidi Viars 