Tag: New Year
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Maybe and Amen
There, at the entrance of every new path,At the onset toward Uncertainty and Longing,Stands an iron gate called Maybe, Guarded by towering, stoic sentries. They vet the traveler’s weak desire,Try to persuade the meek to turn around.Fear and doubt tucked tightly into their sheaths.“Beware,” they whisper in unison. Take hold of the path, dear Soul!Look…
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The Door
There is a door – cracked open a bit It seems Heaven is peeking throughA Silence beckons to enter it Behind, Heaven’s Hope rings true. The door asks for all to make a choice To walk through or not enter in Draws the heart of man with an unheard voice To cross over – leave a life of sin. But…
Heidi Viars 