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

2026

  • Gifts aren’t earned

    One of the biggest errors in Christianity, and many denominations, is that we somehow earn our way into heaven. Jesus taught the exact opposite! If salvation could be earned, then none of us would ever make it. We’ve all sinned. We’ve all fallen short of God’s perfect standard. That’s why Jesus came, He lived the… Read more

  • You pulled the pin!

    “God is still working on me” is not a free pass to keep doing what you already know is wrong.There should be a clear break from old ways,towards a direction that is unmistakable.If nothing is changing, if there is no resistance against sin, no conviction, no desire to turn, then something is off, no matter… Read more

  • True Trust

    There are few things harder for a person than loosening their grip on control.We naturally want to know what is ahead of us; we want plans, stability, and some sense of certainty about what tomorrow holds and the days after. Yet life does not often unfold that way. There are seasons when the path is… Read more

  • people, really?!

    I do not reject most people too quickly. I feel it fully. I let the empathy hit first. Then I sit with it until it stops being noise and starts being information. What I feel is not what I decide. Affective empathy is data, not a conclusion. I question it. I test it. I track… Read more

  • sides or side or who

    We grow up thinking someone will come… someone will fix it… someone will save us… but somewhere along the way… it becomes this:your side… my side… their side… his side… her side… lines appear… not on maps… but in living rooms… across dinner tables… inside conversations that used to feel safe… one person chooses red…… Read more

  • Accountability

    There is a kind of accountability that many speak of today, and at first it sounds holy. It speaks of discipline, of effort, of consistency. It tells a man to follow steps, to report his progress, and to keep striving without ceasing. And beneath it all is a quiet message: that a man is only… Read more

  • I don’t know what to do

    When someone says, “I don’t know what I’d do without my Mom/Dad.” I just stay quiet, I tremble, I get angry, I am glad they feel safe, I hurt!See, at 57 I’m still trying to figure that out. I don’t know how to explain what it feels like to live in a world where their… Read more

  • xenodochy

    the weight settles softly, inside the chest, inside the breathsomething unnamed aches, without edges, without reasonit lingers quietly, asking nothing, taking space days blur together, carried by habit, carried by strainwe move through hours, half present, half fadingstill something reaches, even in the dullness, even in the hurt a stranger appears, fragile and distant, yet… Read more