Glendal Wallace -Poet and Author
"The Words We Wear"
Hi Everyone,
I am thrilled…and wanted to share the exciting news with you that my new poetry book, The Words We Wear is now here! Signed copies are available and ready to ship. You are able to receive your signed copy directly from me: Zelle- use 5733568282. CashApp- use $GlendalWallace. Chime– use 5733568282. No need to bother Mr. Amazon. $20-book price plus 4.47 shipping.
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In times of need, struggle, despair and yes hopelessness, we can always use a friend or be a friend. This month I implore you to reach out to someone, anyone…a dear one, a near one. BE A FRIEND. Here is a poem I wrote for a dear friend.
WHEN I THINK ABOUT US
When I think about us I smile with thanks
and beam with glee to see God’s work
on you and me…our precious talks
our daily chats memories about this
news about that
though time has brought much change indeed
we must respond in time of need
When I think about us I lift my legs
to run and dance who would’ve thought
that time and chance could teach the lessons
we both have learned
‘been through the fire and not get burned
my hands begin to joyfully raise
I know God turns heartache to praise
that’s what I know for sure to be
When I think about us –
just you and me.
©Glendal Wallace 2026
Yes. I will go within. Where my best self lives where
my haven of affirmation lies nestled among lush waters and
breezy palm trees that sag with abundance from date-filled
sweetness. High above the grandness of canyons and
shadows of red rock mountain vistas where evening
nights wrap my worries in warm pashminas and
luscious tea that glistens in the backdrop of
dazzling desert colors.
Christmas and the holiday season is traditionally seen as a time of “peace on earth…goodwill…” Can we truly imagine a season right now where there is peace in all our lands, peace in all our streets, peace in all our hearts? Look around our world: there is war in Ukraine, war in the Middle East, war in the African fields of Sudan, Nigeria, the Congo and yes, unrest in the streets of many American cities. Yet, let us imagine a world of peace for our children who will inherit this land when we are gone.
Imagine a world guided by a finely handled nib etching calligraphic splendor on the tablets of hearts transforming uncertainties pain unwanted debris into clarity healing cleansing, like an unerring balm soothing our homes our land our minds cleansing our lens through which we see humanity.
Let it come, let it heal.
Glendal Wallace -Poet and Author 