Psalms of Me
Psalms of Me Vanessa K. Eccles Copyright Š Vanessa K. Eccles 2012 Published by BelleReve Publishing at Smashwords All rights reserved. This is a book of poetry inspired by the author’s personal feelings on said subjects. Writing may not be distributed or copied without the permission of the author.
To My Loving Husband, who has always been my biggest fan.
War Climbing up this rope, I’m tired. My feet burn from the raging fire. The blisters on my hands, so hurt, That tears fill my eyes and drip down my shirt. I can see the light above but so far away, I wonder how my body can last another day. I scream from exhaustion from the depths of my soul. For this journey on this rope from hell is longer than you know. My heart is broken, disappointed of my sin,
But in this war for my soul, the devil will not win. Often the he grabs my ankles, and I slide down the rope. But the light in the sky rejuvenates me with hope. My eyes are full of endless tears, that steadily stream down my face. My mouth thirsts for the purity of water that it cannot taste. My cotton robe is torn and smeared with ashes from before. Before my soul was free and Jesus gave me a chance for more. He picked me up from the raging fire and helped me to this rope.
He told me to climb up out of my sin; He would give me strength to cope. Since that day I’ve been climbing closer to that light. The light that is everlasting, that will totally be worth the fight. You see, the devil wants our souls to be for the army of the dark. But blessed is me who has God on my side and happily wears His mark. There is a war between good and evil for my eternal resting place. That’s why even though I have the Lord, these challenges I still must face. No matter how hard it is to keep pulling myself away from the fire,
My Lord is with me, so I shall never tire. He that is in me, gives me strength so deep within. That I could battle the furious fire of the devil and refuse to walk in sin. Praise God for His grace on me. I once was blinded by the fire, but now I see.
Desperately Cryptic as my life may be, Up and down like the raging sea. Secrets even I don’t know, Faces that are all for show. Keeping bricks mortared in my walls, Abiding by rules, living by laws. Freedom is as untouchable as Heaven is from here. Hanging on and praying to make it another year. Seeking for the peace that only He can give. Desperately begging for the joy that is needed for me to live.
Dreams have slowly faded, thanks to life and all its dark. Scarring my heart along the way and leaving a visible mark. Searching for the end of this valley as each day comes to pass. Can’t wait to breathe that mountain air and finally see, at last.
Dreams Once in my sleep, I dreamed. Of a life of perfection, or so it seemed. A life so planned, with every detail. That had life catching me if I fell. It’s funny how these things work, How dreams haunt you, forever they lurk. College degrees, big house, and nice cars, Lead to mortgages, debt, loans, and happiness afar. Once upon a time, I thought. Maybe I could be more than even what I sought.
I challenged myself with an education, Only to find that it’s not always possible, even with determination. Sometimes I wonder, my dear Lord, Didn’t You give me these dreams to be more? Or is this all a shadow of my ego? A figment of mind, brought on by thoughts of long ago. If it’s just me, and I’m not meant, To be this person I want, and all my life spent. Just let me know Your will, I will wait for it, O’Lord, in the still.
Driftwood In the sea I drift, Floating, side to side, I swift. Dense and empty, I often feel. Hoping to someday feel real. To wash up on some random beach, To have a hand extend in reach. To put me up on a mantle, I would love, To not be swayed and wavy shoved. But that is not the story I see, For I don’t see that plan for me. I will sit upon that beach for years, Hoping to escape my tears.
Like a beached piece of driftwood, I am. The Sheppard’s lost little lamb.
Inspire Me In the midst of the storm, In the rough of the norm, Inspire me. When the waves constantly pound, When quick sand becomes the ground, Inspire me. Through the heat of the fire, No matter the words of the liar, Inspire me. When I’m down on my knees, When happiness is a tease, Inspire me. In light of the dark, My path You mark,
Please inspire me. No matter if the world come crashing down, And there is little good to be found, Inspire me. For Your words are but gold, And I am seeking to fit Your mold, Inspire me. When my thoughts of You seem to go, And my words no longer have Your glow, O’Lord, inspire me.
Fatherly Advice When you feel like you will fall, Call on me; I will catch you. When you are weary, I will give you the strength you need to carry on. Give everything a second glance, Sometimes new details are revealed. Do not go in need for anything, Because I want to fill that void. When rainy days threaten the sunshine within, Remember I can call the sun back to its place. Search for peace, And it will find you.
Do not seek vain resources, For they will leave you empty. Love with an open heart, But do not fall openly-fall purposely. Don’t forget to say thanks, Or you will never find contentment. When a tear seeps from your eyes, Know that I am crying too. Forgive, Because you have been forgiven. Never take joy for granted, Because it often is taken away. Never leave me, Because I will miss you.
Know that your soul is your most valuable asset, But it too can be lost. Pray for truth, And I will light your way. Most importantly thirst for wisdom, And I will pour out until your cup is overflowing. Lastly, do not forget that you are my child, Because I desperately love being your Father.
Finding Peace There’s something that I’ve most recently found, Beyond the noise, chaos, and sound. Somewhere along the way I’ve lost, Something that I’d like back, no matter the cost. I search and look for it every day, Hoping to come across it in some small way. But I rarely see it, or feel it’s there, It’s heartbreaking to lose because it’s so rare. Vacations, trips, time off work show me a peek,
But its constant presence is what I seek. I don’t want the drama of life any more, All I want is His peaceful presence for sure. I think that peace can be obtained, Once we rid of lives of all the mundane. The chaos, sorrow, and frustration must be gone, For us to find peace and make it our home.
Gluttonous Orange “I see you moon, with thee eye wide open. What made you orange on this night? Your usual drooping lid is gone now. What is it that you’re so excited to say?” “I am here to whisper to you the truth of life. Of hope-adventure- and freedom of man. I am full with answers on this night. Ask me anything, my dearest passerby.” “Did you say ‘hope,’ I could use that. Times are hard, and I am sick of waiting. ‘Adventure’ – Now that is alluring.
‘Freedom’ – what right of you to give that?” “What right do I? I have all the rights. I can give you whatever you want. All you have to do is ask. The world is yours, sweet passerby.” “Well, I could use a new car This one’s had it. Maybe even a better job. More money would be great. Could you spare me these things, O’ moon?” “I certainly can and will passerby. Is there nothing else I can do? Remember I am here for you, To fill you with all your desires.”
“Oh, well… yes, there is something else. I would like to have women swoon over me. Is that possible for you to do? I would like immense wealth and fame!” “Of course, passerby. I can do that. It is yours. Now to my desire. There is one thing I need from you. It’s as insignificant as it can be.” “What is that O’ orange moon? You never said anything of a trade. What could you possibly want of me? I am a useless passerby.” “Well, what you say is true. What could you possibly do for me? But give me a token of allegiance,
So that I may always count on you.” “Oh, is that all my sweet moon? I can surely heed to that request. I will forever at your feet swoon. And never put faith in another until I rest.” “Thank you, trivial passerby. Now that we have a deal. I will give you everything this nigh, Your verbal oath is the seal.”
Guide Me Sometimes I don’t know who I am, A single, lonely, little lamb. Inside of me the battle rages, I go through changes and personal phases. Sometimes I’m who I want to be, But what I want is not reality. You see, I am my own yang and yin, Fearful of falling into sin. Am I a wife who wants to be a mother? Or am I a dreamer whose life is another? As I face these two sides of myself,
I wonder what else is hiding on the shelf. It’s scary not to know who you are, As confusing a state by far. All I know is as of now, I need Your guidance to show me how. Whatever you want in me, please show. I need your guidance, this I know. O’ Lord show me Your purpose for me, So that finally my eyes will see.
Happy That ever eluding smile, That ungraspable thing. I only keep for a short while, It’s like it grows wings. That unattainable happy, I can not seem to keep. When good fun turns from sappy, And with a clear heart I sleep. Contentment doesn’t exist, Not in the world of me. It’s where happy comes with a list, If I had this – then I would be. Satisfaction is not found, In this life of mine. Self-focus keeps me wound, Tightly on it’s line.
Escape seems unreal, Change seems so too. Imprisoned by the way I feel, Desperately needing You. Fill me with Your love, A thankfulness never gone. Spirit from up above, Give me what You’ve shown. Keep me at a pace, That I can keep up. Help me to win that mighty race, Because now enough is enough. No more eluding of it, That precious life I need. Contentment has me lit, Because You planted that seed
Harvest You reap what you sow, Doesn’t everyone know? We are who we are, But a working progress, by far. The seeds we plant, Shows if we can or can’t, Produce goods from the heart, That will be the start, Of the sun-filled harvest. That offers a peaceful nest. A nest for our lives, And a way to plant tithes. Now is the time to begin,
Planting your crop without sin. It is time to sow, To learn what you don’t know. To pray for the rain, And a peace that will sustain. God will supply every need, And he will fertilize every seed. Intentions from us must be pure, For us to have more, More joy, more peace, more love, In our lives, from the Father above. The Harvest time has come. Let no man keep us from, Our abundant life here and now. Seek and God will show us how.
This is only the beginning of our lives. The past is gone, and the future is left to our dreams. But now is the time of abundance. Now is the time of Harvest.
Hear Me Sometimes I cry, And wonder why. Can You hear me? I feel You’re here, Yet I do not hear. Can You hear me? Your embrace is there, But no words You share. Can You hear me? I know that You do, I feel You too. But why can’t I hear You? Please cleanse me, Help me be sin free. I want to hear You.
Your guidance I need, Your living words feed. I need to hear You. I read in Job that You speak not, Learning in a trial was his lot. He did not hear You. Maybe it’s the same for me, I will grow in this difficulty. But I still desire to hear You. I look forward to the day, When Your voice again comes my way. And I hear You.
Leviathan As if you deserve a title of any sort, You sneak and roam looking for someone to hurt. You never knock, You’re rarely greeted. You are simply a fiend in a damned world. You slither and conquer. You whisper and breathe vice into hearts. As Aquinas wrote, you are the eye of envy. You are the stench of sin. You roam in the dark, beneath the ocean deep.
Your mouth is capable of tearing hearts out of chests. Oh, but it’s not just hearts you seek. Shh… little monster. I will hear no more. Your lies have infiltrated – invaded – into my dreams. But what a surprise you have coming your way. For there is a secret weapon in my soulful arsenal. It is sharper than any double edged sword. I am divinely armored; my blood runs purple. Relieve me of your torture. Never speak to me again.
Or every power given to me will rise up against you and win.
Light and Dark Often when I think of night, Fear gives my heart a jolt. For darkness brings with it fright, And I feel the urge to bolt. My nerves begin to tense, My hairs begin to stand, Finding light is all that makes sense, Or finding a place that is more manned. But when the light meets the dark, All can be seen. Even something like a shark, In the light, looks less mean. Illuminated and clear, Puts our souls to rest. The takes away the fear, And restores us to our best.
For light shows what is true, No hidden regimes. Darkness hides even what we knew, And often is different than it seems. Light overpowers dark, always. It filters every corner and crease. It fills all of our days, And its power will never cease. Trying to hide in black, Isn’t hard to do. Lies for what you lack, The light will shine through. No need spending any more time, In that dreadful place. Seek His light, Meet your fear face-to-face. And although you may not love,
Everything that you see, He’ll make you pure as a dove, And set your heart free. For when He calls my name, I glance back at the light. Instantly I’m relieved of shame, And He becomes the sun in my night.
Like A Flower Like a flower I bloom, A burst of color in the room. Laced with leaves and petals, I provide softness against the metals. Bright and alive like a tree, You’ve planted this life in me. You water me with Your reign, Providing purity and releasing stain. Radiating I am in the meadow, so full. Providing a way for others, using Your tool. Dancing in the wind against the sky so blue,
I wonder what You did to make me more like You. Ya see, this is the way I want to be, A shining messenger for You, in me. But I can’t seem to be that precious flower, I’m like a seed looking up a tower. Searching for soft ground to lay, Me, the seed, searches day after day. Your purpose for me is real, this I know. I’m just waiting for that opportunity to show. No matter what, this seed will search for that door. That door that will open and allow me to share You more.
Living God Once upon a biblical time, A child was born from Royal line. A piece of God in flesh He came, Born amongst the ordinary and lame. A shining star in human form, From His Father He was torn. And earthly parents provided a role, To raise a Savior and a perfect soul. A child by all human eyes, But completely perfect, despite the lies. As He grew, people began to see, Just how marvelous this child would be.
When miracles became part of His days, Many folks questioned His ways. But never did He begin to sway, For He knew God and His way. And then one day this wonderful man, Was killed on a hill of land. Hung to die- a sinless soul, What they did, they did not know. People wept across the plains, For this man who wore no stains. His perfection offered solace, at last. And for that He offered up fast.
After death, He then rose, Back again, despite His foes. Then He came to live inside of us, A place where His dwelling is a must. For if in our hearts, He dwells not, There will be an ever empty spot. The only way to the Father is through the Son, In the infinite amount of doors, there’s one. One way to enter into the light, One way to escape the darkness of night.
One day our Savior died on a cross, One day He gave His life for the lost.
Month of May A drop of rain kisses my head as I walk. I stop to glance above at the sky. The birds began their usually talk. I began to ask the question, “Why?” Why must the cloud loom above my head? Why must You bring the rain? Why must I again face dread? Why do I have to experience the pain? He speaks to me in a low tone. “There is a time for everything, But do not worry for you are not alone.” I tremble at the voice of the King. There is a season to smile
And one to cry. Although I know this all the while, I never forget to question why. Then the birds catch my eyes. They flurry about the tree. I stand and notice how they fly, And how they seem so free. They never worry about tomorrow, They only enjoy today. They never have a care or sorrow. They go on about their way. The rain begins to flood down. The skies are filled with dark, But the birds continue their sound. They never miss a mark. They flutter to the nearest nest To wait out the storm. Then I realize that all can rest
In the comfort of His arms. The rain beats on me As I continue on my way. Never have I felt more free, And loved the month of May.
One Question Before, I was different. I worried more about myself than anyone else. I never questioned what I wanted. Want equaled need to me. I was the sun in my world. But that was before. Then, I saw the truth for the first time. The meaning of life was staring me in the eyes. My darkened view was illuminated. A lamp was turned on. No more worrying about me, me. In a moment – my life was changed. After, I struggled to stay focused on that light.
I often found myself back in darkness. I fought the urge to center myself again, but somehow, I always found my way. My path was guided, and the struggle became less. The Guide showed me where to turn at the fork in the road. I opened the door and unlocked the key, and ever since, He’s carried my load. I’ve often wondered if it truly were I that chose or if it were He that chose me.
Prison Like a bird in prison, I feel. With walls confining, And a reality that doesn’t feel real. Searching for that silver lining. That window clear, So open that I could feel the sun shining. Life’s grasp feels near, But so far away. Humbly left alone, future so mere. Not understanding how to stay, In this horrid place. Hoping for mercy, praying it’s today. Of this life, I have an awful taste. A real hurt too.
Please take away the tears from my face. O’ Lord, I love You. More than I can show. I need to know and be knew.
Questions Who am I? Do I even know? Why do I keep living a lie? How do I keep putting on this show? Where did this come from? What lead me here? When did I become this numb? Can I really overcome this fear? Who are You? When can You help me? Could You have always knew? How long before I can see? Can the questions end? Why do the answers seem so far? What can the light bring in? Does it always have to be this hard?
Countless questions stay, Yet only one answer remains. “My ways are not your ways.� Yet somehow this sustains.
Send Me Never before have I, Believed in such a lie. I have been a fool, Fighting stubbornly, as a mule. I did not pay attention, And I failed at Your mission. I never took to heart, The warrant You sent me to start. I have made a joke of You, Of something I thought silly and didn’t want to do. I have perverted Your ways, For the selfishness in my days. I deserve punishment great,
For the way I have treated You, of late. I’m sorry for not taking You serious, On what You wanted me to do, I am now curious. Please give me one more chance to be, That person that You were trying to mold; that person You could see. I do not want another to take my place, I want to be the one who puts that smile on Your face. Send me out, O’Lord, wherever You need, So that I may bring You the glory and happily plant Your seed.
Shelter Never have I ever been so lost before, That I’m unable to find refuge through any door. No matter where I go, only despair I find, I feel lost; I need help to keep a straight mind. Desperation is showing its ugly face, And anger is coming up inside, I can taste. Is this how it has to be? Is this the only way, really? Well, be that as it may, I’m still choosing to smile today.
No matter what happens, no matter how hard it gets, I’m not going to waste my days complaining and throwing fits. I know that things will turn out good, for those who follow the Lord, So, I’ve got to just hang in there, and hope I can handle more. You never promised things would be easy, only that I would make it through, You never worried I wouldn’t make it, because I can find rest in You. I just have to convince myself that happiness is a state of mind, And hope that you lead me around the corner, and there it I will find.
I will keep pushing through the grim, no matter how hard the rain, Because I know no matter how hard the storm, Your shelter will remain.
Sifted In the moment of the sift, We don’t know we’re adrift. There’s usually no raging tide, No reason for us to confide In someone who could set us right. The battle has started before we ever start the fight. Before we know it, we’re being tossed. Then at sea, we are lost. In anguish, we being to curse, And we find ourselves at out worst. The feeling of sadness begins to envelope, And a distasteful bitterness starts to develop. But never once do we clearly see
Or ever fall to our knees. For the turmoil, we often blame Our God and spit upon His name. Is there a veil on our eyes? How can we be trapped in such lies? Why do we blame our Savior for our pain? What would He have to gain? Why don’t we condemn the warden for The reason we’re behind barred doors? Who locks the door and throws the key? Who enjoys watching us plead? We’re not above a fallen land. Our foundations cannot be in sand. Being steadfast and strong breaks the ties; Faithfulness is where success lies.
No matter the many toils we must face, Give thanks because He prays.
Sometimes Fear is plaguing, Loneliness invading, In this weary heart. Long days, Of choosing ways, Oh, where do I start? Decisions of life, Causing nothing but strife, What can I do? An emptiness within, Making it hard to win, So now I turn to You. At my bottom, low, With pressures You know, Only You can save me.
My prayers are weak, Although I seek, No hope left to see. But though I stray, You show me the way, Oh, the Sheppard of my soul. When faith is fading, And my sun is shading, My heart pays a heavy toll. But then You guide, And I confide, Nestled perfectly in Your arms. This humble sheep, That is often weak, Again enjoys a love that warms.
The In-Between In between decisions, I stay. Longing for a clearer day. On the fence I straddle, Herded along with the group, like cattle. Confusion lays its clouds on thick, So decisions are hard to stick. Everything is so big. It’s more like a branch instead of twig. Big choices, bigger mistakes, Now, I’m tired for goodness sakes. I wish I could continue to float, With everyone else along this moat.
But who can stand all this chatter? I can’t forget what really matters. I want to be in charge, My life can be more than large. But then I hear the voice say, “It’s not yours to lead, it’s mine to sway.” So, God has told me what to do, “Listen and I will tell you.”
The Inn Keeper On one normal, every day, I had a traveler come my way. He seemed to be an average Joe, One of those guys that everyone would know. His words were soft; his hands were tough. His wife looked like the journey had been rough. They asked for a place in the inn, But I had not one room and did not let them in. Weeks later I heard what happened that night, The Savior was born in plain sight.
But I was not there, That glorious moment, I did not share. I turned away our God from my very inn, I refused to accept Him and invite Him in. Now I wonder what must be thought of me, I, the stubborn inn keeper, will go down in History. I did not know what would happen on that day, It started out so normal in every way. O’Lord my God, please forgive my sin, When I die and wake at the pearly gates, please let me in.
The Rain The kiss of rain, Dancing on my cheek, The moist stain, Offers solace to the meek. The enticing smell, Puts a smile on my face, It’s saying, “All is well.” Flowers yearn for a taste. Brown to green, I can almost see the fade. Sometimes the sun can be mean, But rain provides the shade. A much needed break, From it’s brutal rays, Sweet moisture it will take, And hold onto during rough days.
Your Spirit pours Your love, Down like the rain, Quenching our thirst from above, O’ how mighty You reign. Thank You for thirsty days, A time to endure, Thank You for the rainy rays, That gives me strength to seek You more.
Valley of Zoboim (1 Samuel 13:18)
As I walk threw the valley, My shadow is the only shade I see. All the thorns and bristles, Scrape and tear at my heart within me. Never-ending steps, Followed by that never-ending thirst. Losing hope for tomorrow, Heart feeling so heavy it could burst. Constantly waiting for night, To bring some type of relief. Then waking to sun again,
That instantly brings back all the grief. I, the lonesome warrior, In this horrid desert, I stand. With His cross on my back, And a spear in my right hand. For though I am often broken, And weary is my middle name. I’ll never forget my blessings, And the beauty in the reason why He came. One day I will rest, Get away from all the world and its ways. I’ll be on the right side of the border,
Left there to happily live out all of my days. But until that day comes, My only goal is to serve Him. For I am a grateful servant, Even in the valley of Zobiem.
Wanderer Like the dusty tumbleweed blowing on a hot summer day, I wander aimlessly, not knowing if we should go or stay. Is this all that life has to offer someone like me? Is this who I am and what God wants me to be? It’s hard to find purpose in situations such as these. I’m praying for a great revelation that will make me hit my knees. He’s given me a love that’s more pure that I have ever knew. I just want a purpose. I want my cake and eat it too.
Bouncing from idea to idea on what I’m supposed to do with my life, I know that there’s got to be more for me than just being a wife. Living in the dessert is the greatest irony that I have ever seen, If you get lost, there’s no way to find your way out. It can be mean. Ferocious heat, scorching sand, and no direction can be found. That’s the way I feel. I’m in the silence waiting for a sound. When do you think He will tell me? Will it be clear? Or more importantly, will I take to heart what I hear? I pray, Oh God, that you hear my desperate plea.
Fill my heart with wisdom that will set this wanderer free.
Warm Like the wind I sway in mind, Searching for and hoping to find, Something that is unknown to me, Happiness I hope it to be. I’m like a buoy floating in the lake, Back and forth for goodness sake. I no longer want to be hot or cold, Can’t I be warm and still live outside the mold? Keeping in mind that failure may be apart of life, All I need is to be a servant and wife. No matter what dreams may have gone, Those open doors were never shown.
I can kiss some hope good-bye today, But I know that for my purpose You’ll provide a way. No matter what all I need, Is to find contentment in the life You feed. I’m sorry, Lord, for my failing heart, My solemn prayer is to find a promising start. A start of life without failed dreams, what if’s, sadness, and regret, One where Your dreams for me are met.
Why I Love Night‌ In the midnight hour, I see, The globe of light directly above me. The only bright flash in the darkened sky, Its very presence, I question why. If dark were meant, then why the light? Is it to offer us some sight? But who needs sight during the time of sleep? For the answer we must take a leap. Read it with different eyes, The ones that read between the lines. A deeper meaning is bound to emerge,
One with spiritual insight and a Godly surge. The only light in a darkened globe, Is only reference for what we already know. A daily reminder that His light helps us see, In a world where darkness takes captives, we are free. With no other known purpose for the moon, I must say, That it’s nice to be reminded of The Way. May the Lord always be the lamp to my feet, May His word and light I always keep.
A light in the darkness, our God is to us, Now I see why the moon is a must. Now as you gaze upon it in the sky, I pray you remember its purpose and why.
The Sweetest Slumber A poem for Granny On one Monday night, in her sleep, Mattie Pearl’s heart could no longer beat. Tired and weary from all her days, But tried and perfected in so many ways. A golden heart as pure as snow, Only the lucky ones had chance to know. The radiant light that glowed from inside, A life full of sorrow and love, both tied. More life was lived in those years, Than many will experience here.
The beauty of a humble soul, That never knew any foe. A laugh that lit up the whole room, I remember the sweetest scent of her perfume. Nothing like any other person I’ve ever met, No one has even come close yet. A fire for God, peaceful and sweet, She was where faith and beauty meet. As perfect as a human soul could get, Held as much love as she could fit. My sweet Granny, I will miss you so,
I was blessed to have known you, this I know. And although you are gone away from me, I will hold you in my heart where you will always be. One day Mattie Pearl went to sleep, And opened her eyes to a world of our Savior’s keep. A marvelous place where she could rest, A place she deserved, because she passed the test. No suffering, no sorrow, no place for tears, A reward for all her faithful years. One day, my precious Granny’s number was called,
One day she had the sweetest slumber of all.
Love by Another Name A poem for my husband If love were called by another name, what would it be? If it had a face, who would I see? If love had a voice, it would sing an angelic song. If love was a lifetime, it would be forever long. If love had a smile, it would light up the sky. If love were with me, I would wonder why. If love were a touch, it’d be gentle and warm. If love were a friend, it would calm every storm. If love had eyes, they’d be calm and pierce. If love was a passion,
it would be consuming and fierce. Such love could only exist from above. From Him who is the meaning and creator of love. His love is given to us here and now, so we should be able to re-express it somehow. Love is a divine fountain that continues to pour. For me, if love had a different name, it would be yours.
About the Author:
Vanessa K. Eccles has had a writer’s spirit since before she could write. She won her first short story contest and the age of six. She has spent a lifetime developing her skill and love for writing. She completed her first novel Georgia in 2009 and is currently working on her second novel Realm of Desire.
She is an English major at Troy University-Dothan. She lives in Eufaula, Alabama with her husband and their three dogs: Frank, Coco, and Honey. She has a deep love for literature, dogs, travel, and lots of coffee. She enjoys reading historical fiction, Christian fiction/non-fiction, and literary fiction. She writes southern inspired women’s fiction, including historical and paranormal.