Category: devotional
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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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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…
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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 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…
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Good Fruit
She bent back hard when I leaned into her mature branches. For years she had been faithfully producing fruit, each year a little more. This past week, I was worried she wasn’t able to take much more of the intense spring storms. I was concerned she would break when…
Heidi Viars 