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

grace

  • What we see…

    The photographer catches the sunlight resting inside a dandelion’s crown, each seed a little star, each fine filament holding the morning’s promise or the last golden breath of evening The poet sees it, too: the hollow stem rising faithfully from the earth, the green leaves gathered low beneath it, the flower lifting its bright face… Read more

  • Seed, Fire, Hammer

    Words and phrases are not just sounds rolling off our tongues. It is seed, fire, and a hammer. Depending on how we use it, it can grow a field, warm a home, or burn down something that took years to build. We have become too comfortable saying, “I was just joking,” “That’s just how I… Read more

  • streams of consciousness

    She said yes before I could even ask and then in a flash she was in her wedding dress bouquet ready to go to the altar and I couldn’t believe it the grace the faith the magic the love the moment the truth of eternal joy and forever and beauty beyond compare the voice so… Read more

  • She counted the days, the hours, the weeks, the months, perhaps even the yearsShe sat before the mirror, studying her own reflection, yet the happiness she had expected was nowhere to be found. The joy, the esteem, the glory, the honor; none of it stirred within her. As a bride to be, she felt only… 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

  • 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

  • before thy, we do…

    She wore it, very literally, and as it draped at her throat, and pressed to her chest: It listened It learned the very beat of her heart, the count between breaths and the exhales of firmness It has become one with her very being, and as it changes hands and ownership it carries the echo… Read more

  • Grace 444

    The light settles low over the grass, warm as a hand laid easy on a tired shoulder Wind moves through the field in a slow, plain way, carrying the scent of dust, wild bloom, and summer heat She lies still as if the earth itself has made room for her rest Nothing asks for hurry… Read more

  • With but one…

    Here I sit, whole yet broken. I once could fly, I once could soar,I once could reach heights unknown.I once could do so much more than now but with one wing left, I am hurt; I am alone. I can breathe, I can see, I can speak, and I can hear, yet I cannot reach… 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