Not somebody else’s.

There were words that walked into my life, I don’t know how, why, other than that God so chose to attract my attention. The seeking wisdom involved. She walked around me and whispered the essence of what is. There it was and here it is, my part is present. It always was, is, and is to come. That part of me that is here, that speaks, that stands tall on the page. It is currency. It takes me and I judge that taking with the taking and testimonies of others, for I find myself by myself, seeing things through my eyes, not somebody else’s… Not somebody else’s.

D. F. Wharton