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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 from German. A great reminder… Read more
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Looking for Steeples
The view from the window seat of the small plane was perfect, not only to look onto the beautiful countryside, but also for hiding my tear-filled eyes. I prayed silently for God to comfort my aching heart. Woods and fields, similar to the ones I had walked for the past three weeks, looked like colorful… Read more
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Of Stones and Memories
Today, I gathered stones from the middle of the stream. Just like with my memories, I choose the ones I keep. Just like with these stones, The harsh edges of my memories soften With life’s constant changes. Changes wash over me Like the flowing creek, Which hones the path of my mind. I can choose… Read more
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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 harvest brings to light Who’s… Read more
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I AM A …
… thatched Roof!!!! Good job to those who guessed it 🙂 Below the same roof twice … only the focus changed. Sometimes it pays to step back and look at the whole picture. ~ “Lord, teach me to know when to look closely and when to step back and see things from a different perspective.” Read more
Heidi Viars 