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

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  • 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

  • Elated Amazement

    I’ve never in my life seen such beauty,such perfect harmony in creation,and I am absolutely amazed. I am astounded, ecstatic, elated,and I cannot even find the words. There is no vocabulary enough for me to saywhat this vision has awakened in me, and I do mean it quite politely. This young person, this lady, is… Read more

  • Doing what you want to

    As children of God, we are called to live with an expectancy that Jesus could return at any moment. That hope should not produce fear, but sobriety, humility, and a heart that stays ready before God. Every day should be a day of repentance, because Scripture calls us to repent and turn to God so… 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

  • 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