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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  • Check your vision

    To be Christian toward another person is to be willing to walk with them all the way to their Golgotha, and to remain long enough to witness their resurrection. Love does not deny or scoff at a person’s flaws, habits, or present struggles. It simply refuses to believe that those things are the whole truth… Read more

  • There are no five stages of grief. The stages you heard of or read were written for people who are dying, not for those left behind. I am from Oklahoma, where the land is steady and wide, yet nothing in me felt steady after that five months, six days, twenty hours, and forty minutes ended… Read more

  • An oaktree begins as an acorn in the dirt, and has everything it needs already there deep inside. It roots where it falls because real growth is not about motion:It is about depth. Now people are often taught that if they are moving, they must be progressing. Going from A to B, one plan to… 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

  • 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

  • Truth, not embarrassing,

    Being dependable quietly became my identity, and somewhere along the way I trained myself to swallow my own needs so I wouldn’t disappoint anyone. Not my parents or Grandparents, but people: MaybeChurch folk who never found good in any or always had to gossip, complain and whine like nursing babies on dumb-titsOrFolks in the community,… Read more