Category: poetry
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Whose House?
This is my house, yet still not mine. My heir will own it for a while. And soon the third comes to reside, Then when he’s done, gets dragged outside. The fourth and fifth, too, don’t stay long. Tell me, to Whom does it belong? (I adapted this poem…
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Wheat and Tares
The ripened heads of wheat bend low With seeds that will not spoil. They know their Maker who did sow Them into prepared soil. Among the wheat the tares grow high – Their prideful stalks not bending, Stretch fruitless bodies to the sky, Not knowing all’s soon ending. Before long…
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Holy Ground
I do not have many opportunities to visit my childhood home. Only every few years, I get to go travel to see my mother and father, sisters, and extended family overseas. There are wonderful aspects to that as well as many drawbacks. A wonderful aspect is that we can easily…
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Early Morning Surpises
Early each day Mercies are new Sufficient grace For me – For you God surprises All those who dare With open eyes Will seek His care. “Abba Father, thank You for giving from Your loving hand each day. Though I don’t understand Your ways, I trust that what You give…
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Where I Learned to Walk
We arrived at my parents’ home after a long day of traveling almost half way across the world. This morning I grabbed my camera and headed out the door before the sun was up. The crisp morning greeted me and a familiar stillness over these fields and woods invited me…
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Seize the Moment
The morning sun Sweet rays of light Time on the run On these paths bright Wish time could stand But moments pass Right through my hand They do not last Help me to see Your will and path Where I should be Seize moments fast The sun soon sets…
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Jesus
A longing great as oceans wide A hunger nagging deep inside A fire which I cannot hide Jesus ~ A note my heart-beat longs to drum A song my life-song aches to hum A hopeful tune my heart strings strum Jesus ~ A thirst for love I’ve never known A…
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Made to Shine
Week after week I dust and shine, Pick up what’s left behind. I mop and clean things that aren’t mine, Scrub stains which I can find. ~ One by one, I clean your rooms, Throw trash out you don’t need, Clean up dishes, use my broom, Wash windows – help…
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Voices
“Your work is trash.” “Your light is dim.” “Your words are rash.” “You cause is grim.” ~ “Your friends you drained.” “Your kids are pale.” “Your spouse is faint.” “Your heart is frail.” ~ Who speaks these words Which closely stick To heart and mind And make me sick? ~…
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Empty Hands
In October last year the Lord put something on my heart -send one shoebox size box with gift cards and notes of encouragement and prayer to one family devastated by Sandy. I had no idea where to start. God did. He directed the path and eventually 13 boxes with prayer…
Heidi Viars 