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

2016

  • 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

  • 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