Category: Christian non-fiction
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THIS
Maybe the worship band sang and played in vain that morning, who knows. But my foot tapped out of rhythm, and I couldn’t wait to get done with church. “I am loved … La, la, la.” I could not sing along, let alone believe the words penned by well-meaning fellow…
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Holy Fire
Come! Behold the Light, this dance of fireIn your soul.Be quick!Don’t weigh your worth,Don’t contemplate too long, You, who are soon no more.You are a vessel of the Almighty Flame.Trust that He, the Consuming Fire,Will make your message more powerfulThan that of Angels in all their glory.You, willing heart,Be His…
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The Deconstruction of Christmas
My friends call me a kill-joy when it comes to Christmas decorations. Maybe that’s because I like to take everything down as soon as possible, preferably as soon as we all sing the last note of “Silent Night” and blow out our candles at church. If it were up to…
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Nativity
O where does this sound, this note, come from –This song in the air tonight?Did it slip from heaven, tumble on,Escape angels singing on high? O where does this light, this hope have its home,This spark that fills night before dawn?Did it travel through space? Can light travel alone,Break through…
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In All
In dark and cold of winter deep In spring’s sweet call of old In summer’s gentle, lulling breeze In autumn’s wind and gold In every season sad or bright In birth and solemn death In when I see and when I’m blind In first and final breath In all I’m…
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Drawn Blinds
In Loving Memory of Linda and to All Who Loved Her I close the blindShed shoes and clothesLeave day behindFrom whence I rose I greet the nightI ponder restThe questions rise … Lived I my best? I fall asleep –Again draw blindsJump to my feetDo day. Do life. But then…
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Servants
It is enough that you would see, My Master, God Eternally, And that your servant I would be – Unworthy, serve you happily. For I don’t know what you will do With all that I have muddled through, Ignoble things laid down for you, In trust that you are good…
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A New Day
What is your complaint, barking crow?Why greet the morning with contentious noiseAs light breaks through,As morning rehearses againThe ongoing playOf the Ancient of Days. Be silent! Let others sing!Let the happier lead the processionOf the first rays!Even brother JayKnows it’s better to sing than to bark,Preens his feathers to match…
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How Do You Do It?
“How do you do it?” You ask.”How do you hold on, while all else around you goes to sleep?You know, eventually, you too, must surrender to the cold.What is it that makes your heart hang on and still stand? How do you flash your light toward the watching audience (who,…
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A Greater Darkness
I step out with my coffee into a cold November morning. I tilt my head and glance into what seems a motionless universe. Orion stretches his shield over my roof in the south, as he does every autumn and winter. Will he ever let go of his wrath? To the…
Heidi Viars 