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War in Paradise
No one is settled – yet. There is great commotion and fighting in my back yard on this warm spring morning. Everyone is quarreling, chirping, hooting and arguing over who gets to move into the brand-new bird house in the shade and who eats at the feeders first. The dilapidated wooden box, which is nailed Read more
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Life
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 Read more
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The Justice of the Mourning Doves
“The x-rays showed a huge mass and the biopsy confirmed lung cancer,” Erma said.“Heidi, I am not doing anything about it. I know where I am going.” She said it as a matter-of-fact. I knew it, too. It became apparent as we sat at the small, round table by the window in the foyer of Read more
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Just Five Minutes
(I wrote this this last fall, when my husband was hospitalized with COVID for nearly a month. I find I still need the reminders to slow down. Maybe you do, too.) I set the breakfast table for one. The house is quiet, except for the gentle ticking of the grandfather clock. The sound tiptoes across Read more
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For the Birds
I grabbed the cold, metal garage door handle and pulled upward. The large, frozen springs on each side squeaked and the wooden panels groaned as the door opened. Winter sunlight poured over the salty grime on the cement floor and onto the garden shelf. I stood and surveyed the watering cans, hooks, trowels and shovels, Read more
Heidi Viars 