Category: Ponderings
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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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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 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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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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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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What Makes us Human?
“What makes us human?” you might ask, When life can now through AI speakWhen answers overcome each taskMachines past sky and heaven reach. “What makes us human?” Ponder now!While questions answer your soul’s strife, For in the inquiry lies the how Yes! “Human” means to question life. “Then the Lord answered Job…
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Caught in Between
I sit on the edge of my footstool and look out into a frigid dawn. My phone app says 11 below. I can feel the frost. It’s trying to seep through the tiniest cracks in the window and under the blanket I put across my lap. Condensation has collected at…
Heidi Viars 