Category: poetry
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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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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 Rushing of the River
O, that you be quieted, my soul – Not with the words of the wiseNor with the arguments of kingsNot even by the sound of grand symphonies — But that your depth would find its peace In the deafening sound of the rushing river In the persistent call of the…
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Humdudgeon
What happened? When did I grow old?My back it aches, my feet are coldMy money, hard-earned, I must sayBecomes my doctor’s monthly payDon’t get me started on the newsOr that I need new winter shoesMy coffee’s cold, my dog it shedsAwake all night I’m in my bedI saw on Facebook…
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Of Pencil Plans and Lasting Letters
She gently ran her index finger along the sharpened point of the pencil I held out to her. She looked at me as if I had brought her a bag of gold. “How did you get this pencil to be so sharp?”She was 81 and my boss. I smiled and…
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Enough!
Be gone, O gloom, from heart and mind!Has your God died, not death defied?Give heed to what you see and hear –The bird on porch, the sky so clear.Hold to the Truth you once proclaimed,When first the Gospel you unchained,When all of you knew deepest joy,When eyes and ears exposed…
Heidi Viars 