Seeing through the eyes of others

poetry and writings based on the truth of life. Everyone sees through their own lenses. Trade glasses with someone else and view your world…and theirs. I write personal, I write upon request and not limited to one area, genre, or style

  • streams of consciousness

    She said yes before I could even ask and then in a flash she was in her wedding dress bouquet ready to go to the altar and I couldn’t believe it the grace the faith the magic the love the moment the truth of eternal joy and forever and beauty beyond compare the voice so… Read more

  • She counted the days, the hours, the weeks, the months, perhaps even the yearsShe sat before the mirror, studying her own reflection, yet the happiness she had expected was nowhere to be found. The joy, the esteem, the glory, the honor; none of it stirred within her. As a bride to be, she felt only… Read more

  • It’s grace yes it is

    The answer came before the question was spoken, and wonder opened quietly within me I was astounded by the gift before me, amazed by grace I could never measure; I was elated beyond what words could hold, and joy settled gently into my spirit Forever happy, I carried the light of the moment, wearing an… Read more

  • Grace Speaks

    After hearing Carly Paoli sing “Amazing Grace,”I am convinced it stands among the most beautiful songs ever sung Her other music, too, is lovely, heartwarming, soulful, and deeply touching, tear creating, warmth and love. Yet to hear her voice rise in song of the God of glory is something truly special Her voice carries silver… Read more

  • Stop lying

    Stop mistaking church involvement for Christianity.You can pray loud, cry during worship, quote every verse folks want to hear, carry a Bible under your arm, and still be cruel to people behind closed doors,still be unsaved. Never miss a meeting or Sunday supper. You can hold a ministry position and still dodge accountability every time… Read more

  • Let it exist, let it

    I came from Oklahoma: not a caricature of dust and drawl, not a name stitched to a stereotype, but a person shaped by open skies, by long roads, by the quiet dignity of knowing who I am I speak with the education life required of me, with words gathered carefully, because some feelings deserve more… Read more

  • Mysteries of the sea

    The wind, the waves, the gulls;they all know who she is.The ships along the shore, the vessels in the harbor, all fall silent in awe They watch her, but dare not disturb her, at her presence, they bow in reverence She is the oneShe is the trueShe is keeper of the wind and sea,the thrill… Read more

  • Where you are

    Across the prairie, sawgrass leans and sways,The wheat, the canola, beans all bow to the windThey move like they know something we don’t,A slow, easy roll beneath that big ol’ sky.Manitoba, wide open, farther than the eye can hold,A beauty that weren’t made by human hands.Flat country, road after road, straight on through,Where every line’s… Read more

  • Remember

    The words are fading The writing has come undonePages loosen from the heart and drift across the dark water: The separation of heart, mind, and soul has happened I am drowning; it’s all drowning Ink dissolves beneath my fingers, and every sentence becomes a current. I am left to speak but I, too, will succumb,… Read more

  • People, yeah!

    There are always going to be people who misunderstand you. Some, no matter how carefully you live or how honestly you try to explain yourself will meet you with disdain.There will be criticism, judgment, hurtful words, and sometimes rumors that have no business being created or repeated. Yes, it is natural to want to set… Read more