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

  • Death

    One day, you’ll draw your last breath, and the wind will still comb through the grass, and morning will break over the fields.Coffee will warm in somebody’s hands. The road will keep unspooling toward the horizon like it never knew your name Those messages you stared at until midnight, those people who left without looking… Read more

  • Salty not Sweet

    If ocean water were sweet, we’d have it in coolers and convenience stores, slapped with a logo and lined up on a shelf like other products.But the ocean isn’t sweet. It’s salty, stubborn, and hard to swallow.That salt works like a quiet kind of resistance.It keeps the ocean inconvenient for what we want right now,… Read more

  • Shock pvt reply

    When someone you love dies, your whole world tilts in a single moment.One minute you’re doing ordinary things… talking, working, running errands, feeling more or less steady. Then the phone rings, or a message pops up, and everything inside you changes. It’s like the floor drops out from under you. Before that moment, your nervous… Read more

  • No Apocrypha.. No

    I do not see a convincing reason to accept the Apocrypha as inspired Scripture or as part of the biblical canon. From my perspective, Sola Scriptura means that the final authority for faith and doctrine belongs to the God breathed books of Scripture alone, not to religious writings that have long been disputed among both… Read more

  • Per aspera ad astra

    Per aspera ad astra, I whisper to the rearview mirror as the road lifts me out of New Brunswick past trees that remember more of me than I will admit or the river holds my older names without asking me to stay boxes shift softly like unfinished thoughts in the back seat as I am… Read more

  • Say no to a flower trug

    If a structural engineer says a bridge is “on the verge of collapse,” he’s not being poetic, he’s compressing a complex reality into a vivid warning meant to provoke action.“Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God” isn’t a rant or rage, it’s a strategic, pastoral shock.Most in 2026 are afraid of that today because… Read more

  • potter or clay

    “Woe unto them that seek deep to hide their counsel from the LORD, and their works are in the dark, and they say, Who seeth us? and who knoweth us? Surely your turning of things upside down shall be esteemed as the potter’s clay: for shall the work say of him that made it, He… Read more

  • before thy, we do…

    She wore it, very literally, and as it draped at her throat, and pressed to her chest: It listened It learned the very beat of her heart, the count between breaths and the exhales of firmness It has become one with her very being, and as it changes hands and ownership it carries the echo… Read more

  • Grace 444

    The light settles low over the grass, warm as a hand laid easy on a tired shoulder Wind moves through the field in a slow, plain way, carrying the scent of dust, wild bloom, and summer heat She lies still as if the earth itself has made room for her rest Nothing asks for hurry… Read more

  • Ineffable

    She is ineffable, beyond words, beyond measure. The kind of presence you don’t try to define. She’s like a wide Oklahoma sky at dusk stretching farther than you can follow. She is creativity itself, both moon and sun, steady and shifting, radiant in every phase.There’s something old in her, something that hums quiet and deep,… Read more