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

condemnation

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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