Touching Eternity Poems of the Interior Life
There is a journey that happens alongside every outward story — a quieter journey, less visible but no less real. This collection is that journey.
These poems move inward — into the mind, into the questions that do not resolve easily, into the calling I believe I was made for, and into the deliberate release of everything that would keep me from walking faithfully forward. They are not love poems in the conventional sense, though love is present in them. They are the poems of a man examining the interior architecture of his own life before God.
I did not set out to write a collection. I set out to keep writing honestly, and these poems arrived. Each one asked something of me — not just as a writer but as a man. To sit with the unanswerable questions. To name the unfulfilled things without flinching. To trust the path even when I cannot see where it leads.
What you hold here is not a finished portrait. It is a man in motion — searching, yielding, pressing forward. I have lived every word of it.
Touching Eternity: Poems of the Interior Life is a collection of six poems tracing one man’s inward journey through spiritual discipline, existential questioning, vocation, release, offering, and daily faithful dependence. Moving from the stillness of a disciplined mind through the hardest questions of identity and worth, through the embrace of calling and the release of regret, and arriving finally at the broken offering and the daily choice to walk without sight — these poems form a complete and coherent interior journey.
Written from within a deeply held Christian faith but with the universal honesty of a man asking questions every human being carries, this collection is a quietly powerful meditation on what it means to live purposefully from the inside out. These are not poems of arrival. They are poems of a man in motion — searching, yielding, pressing faithfully forward one day at a time.
These poems were not written for an audience. They were written because I needed to write them.
The questions in this collection are questions I carry. The unfulfilled things I name are real. The calling I reach toward is one I believe in but cannot always see clearly. I am not presenting myself here as a man who has arrived at certainty. I am presenting myself as a man who has chosen faith over certainty and is learning, poem by poem, what that choice requires.
These poems are shaped by something that is difficult to name — the daily, interior discipline of a man trying to become what he believes he was made to be. They are honest about the struggle, honest about the questions, and honest about the only answer I have found that holds: trust God, release what is behind, walk forward in faith, and break open whatever you hold as most precious in service of others.
I am grateful to God, whose guiding words alive and true have been the compass for everything in these pages.
Scott