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

beauty

  • Pirouette 444

    After the dance, after that last soft pirouette,she settled into the hush of evening then sat still as if under a spell She did so just to think, to breathe, to gather herself back together It was a moment that carried a quiet kind of grace, as light as something heaven sent, yet honest as… Read more

  • build it

    Grief has a way of making a room out of the body, and asking us to live there, We learn the shape of silence the weight of a phone not ringing the chair that stays occupied by absenceStill, we keep going, not because we are strong but because the morning arrives and asks for our… 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

  • to you, from me

    There are no words that feel big enough for what you were to me, but I carry them anyway because it’s all I have to reach for you.When I think of you, I don’t just remember faces, I remember a feeling. A world that was softer, lighter, and full in a way that’s hard to… Read more

  • Rise Again

    When Paul came to Thessalonica and Berea, he didn’t rely on clever speech or personal opinion. He sat down with folks and walked them through the Scriptures, showing plainly that the Messiah had to suffer and rise again. As Acts tells us, he was “opening and alleging, that Christ must needs have suffered, and risen… Read more