Linda Winchell Poems
' If Seeing Is Believing'
If seeing is believing, then I'm more than would have known,
To see my words down in print, now written in this poem.
If seeing is believing, then I see clearer then once did,
For all this life was given, was all I needed then to live.
If seeing is believing, I then see what God did want?
Accomplishing all I was formed to be, in my daily walks and haunts.
If seeing is believing, then why don't others view?
The same it is my eyes have seen, making better of a you?
If seeing is believing, worlds and nations then would be
Living in peace and ...
The Old Door
There's an old door in my garden,
Was put there long ago.
Rather then leave it for the trash,
I planted it so it might grow.
Dug deep I did that it might root,
And one morning I might see.
The hand of the Lord at work,
Of an old door birthed from a tree.