We listen and look far into space.
We climb high mountains and dive deep oceans.
We discover worlds of microorganisms in a single drop of water.
Yet, we don’t see and hear people …
… and forget what it means to be human.
LATEST POSTS
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In Limbo
(Guest post … By my amazing friend Linda) Some of you are old enough to remember the wonderful Chubby Checkers song called the “Limbo Dance.” As someone who watched many skating parties in my days of teaching, I remember watching children and adults, on roller skates no less, doing the limbo dance. What does that…
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Of What If’s and the I AM — A Prayer
I, I am he who comforts you; who are you that you are afraid of man who dies, of the son of man who is made like grass, and have forgotten the LORD, your Maker, who stretched out the heavens and laid the foundations of the earth, and you fear continually all the day because…
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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 out of the whirlwind and…
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Too Busy for Green Bananas
I just wanted to get in and out of the grocery store. I parked the car and plotted the shortest path through the aisles to retrieve a lemon and unsalted butter, two things I needed for dessert. I only had a few more chores for the evening and then planned to hit the couch…
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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 the bottom of the pane…
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Mountain Grandeur
There sits between mountains a mirrorReflecting the Kings love and might.The lake speaks to only the hearer –Shows Heaven to those who have sight. Rising geese sing the song of the age,As if trumpets of bands far away.Beneath mountains for glorious stageClouds draw back and point to the play. A tune lifts on wings of…
Heidi Viars 