Author: Heidi Viars
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Of Getting Caught and Letting Go
She must have fallen in the well sometime during the night. Her tiny body lay curled up and exhausted in the dusty gravel. Daybreak revealed her to my husband as he sat down in his office chair to make his morning calls. When I walked in to talk to him…
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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…
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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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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…
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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…
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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…
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Perfect Grounds
I shuffle into the kitchen and turn on the microwave light. It is all the light I can handle while trying to wake up. I am looking forward to my first cup of coffee, the pod kind. Water and pod. Check.Slam lid shut. Check.Place my colorful, thin-rimmed, mug under the…
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Cause and Reason for a Song
No cause necessary. Nothing was before. No dirt needed to build. No help from angels required. I wonder if You said, “Watch this. Stand back and sing While we show you love’s first seed. Shout for joy all you heavenly beings, While we knit together the place Which will receive…
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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…
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The Night After Christmas
Christmas is over. The house is quiet. Sheets and towels softly tumble in the dryer. The dishwasher is swooshing almost unnoticeably. Our kids and their spouses went back home. Everything moves quickly past. Even the garbage was picked up this morning. The disposable dessert plates and shreds of…
Heidi Viars 