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

11 years

  • Memory, Tribute,

    Written at a time of National mourning, leadership, and sacrifice. Penned when Abraham Lincoln was assassinated….. O Captain! My CaptainO Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,’ The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting: But O heart!… Read more

  • She is home

    Longing for wholeness, searching for love;to be one, to be united, to be free, to be safe She walks the shores of doubt, yet carries a quiet hope within her, nothing but clouds, breezes, and damp earth beneath her feet Then: His voice She stops She turns She runs to him At last, she glances… Read more

  • Check your vision

    To be Christian toward another person is to be willing to walk with them all the way to their Golgotha, and to remain long enough to witness their resurrection. Love does not deny or scoff at a person’s flaws, habits, or present struggles. It simply refuses to believe that those things are the whole truth… Read more

  • My response

    As someone recently asked me, actually today, what I believe without all the fluff and stuff… or the miracle spring water or the ‘new and improved’ miracle spring water, and other such lunacy and lies My response is simple, true and this is what I replied with: Sola Scriptura  means that when we are speaking… Read more

  • Right, Left, Stop

    Some people actively believe or actively act and think that standing up for what’s right isn’t always easy. In fact, they feel it’s one of the hardest parts of following Jesus, many people hesitate because staying quiet feels safer. They worry about upsetting others, losing relationships, being misunderstood, or facing criticism. But throughout Scripture, God… Read more

  • Even

    The chair once occupiednow sits empty, alonekept company only by flowersand a flickering candle. Quills lie abandoned in their baskets,their stories unfinished. The mirror, once alivewith dress fittings, careful hands,and reflections of quiet beauty,now offers nothing backonly a hollow, singular stare. There is an ache in losing everythingthat most will never know,but for the hundreds… Read more

  • Age, loneliness, empty

    Loneliness is a promise the heart made and no one answered. It settles quietly, waiting for a voice to meet it in the spaces between old conversations, in the wind crossing a cold, gray field The horizon presses flat against the earth, wide enough to make a person disappear.Seasons pass without asking, carrying off small… Read more

  • human trafficking…. oh to be honest

    Trapped in silence, with only the white noise pressing in around her, she had no way to escape what was happening. She was locked away, abused, hurt, and destroyed, hidden from view while human trafficking took its toll on her mind, body, and spirit. She was treated like something to be used and discarded, made… Read more

  • Yes I am thine forever

    Flower by flower, she answered, petal by petal, a softer language grew between usWhat began as a single bloom became a quiet devotion, a patience laid gently over skin and silence Each blossom found its place as if it had been waiting there, each one a small yes taking shape in the lightI watched love… Read more

  • I vow, my oath

    I vow to stay close to what is real I will speak plainly, love without performance, and hold your name with care I will meet your fear without turning away, listen before I answer, and learn your silences as well as your words I will bring no storm where peace can live, offer steadiness instead… Read more