The cursed ground shakes violentlyThe sky goes dark – though it is day.Accusing foes stand silentlyIn awe behold the Truth the Way. God tears the veil – so all can see Rends wall that shrouds the Holy Place No longer heard a debtor’s plea Come! You who’re freed, behold His face. Your groaning nature’s overcomeBy thorns grown out of bloody dirt,Worn as a crown – to hail God’s SonThat joys instead of sighs be birthed. Come! Open eyes – like tombstones wide –Walk in – or stand outside and know… Read more Life →
I was eight when Voyager 1 launched into space in 1977. The NASA mission opened the universe and provided the world with a whole new view. Human kind was now… Read more Looking Through →
I grew up in a village in southwest Germany. My childhood was filled with Catholic traditions and celebrations. A small church, and the graveyard that surrounded it, were the center… Read more Of Death and Celebration →
When I walked my old trail today, I heard the stranger. Not his words, but in what he left for me to find. It’s been months since our last wordless… Read more Wordless Conversations →
(Picture by Heidi Viars, Bible Verse taken from the ESV)
Heidi Viars 