Through the glass comes different colors,
Some are different then the others,
There is pink and some bright blue,
along with green and orange too.
Through the glass comes sun outside,
But it still hits us at different times.
And even then the light reflects,
The different way humans express.
You see the God, the God above,
knows your heart and knows your love.
So don’t worry about fitting in,
It seems God’s window has much tint.
– Thomas M. Watt
David is a farm laborer, also known as a ‘hired hand.’ He is best friends with Michael, the main character in my novel, “Way of the World.” He nicknames Michael ‘Strange’ and constantly brings him to shake his head with the things he says. Even with all his horse-play, at the end of the day David is a warrior, and defends Michael in an epic battle with the monstrous Goliat.
To view more illustrations and find out more about my novel, “Way of the World” feel free to check out my website at http://www.thomasmwatt.com.
On the ground looking down endless sounds of silence abound,
Feel afraid worry’s craze mess of thoughts like dreams un-made.
Breath is weak,
heart is heavy,
loss is steady.
Turning left, turning right, neither way presents much sight,
Look above, see that dove? the soft warm white of looking dumb?
Think again my childish friend, see it harder the way is smarter.
Reach out, pick yourself up, jump again and feel that flood –
Of hope not drowned, of ways soon found, a road to go where you’ll be crowned.
Walk that path, strut that shit, bounce that chin and act legit.
Behave, your ready, no more kidding, this road’s the one where you beat many.
– Thomas M. Watt