The Silver Pen

About the Book

This author uses words as a sculptor uses clay. She doesn’t change the shape of the word; it’s the surrounding words that contain the poetic surprise. She explains that she personally likes to be surprised by a word that doesn’t usually follow another. It is a way to startle the reader into looking deeper into the thought. There are times when words can even pour forth like oil and fill in cracks left by others’ hurtful words. Some of these poetic frames become like a waterfall of individual poems that wash off aching bodies and refreshes the spirit. Then poems of peace pour forth into an exchanged life. This poetic journey leads the reader through a number of chapters: “Sound and Silence,” “Struggles,” “Depths of Despair,” and ultimately, to the chapter on the importance of lifting up your eyes to the One who can bring you into peace and hope and the exchanged life. The author sees this journey as a metamorphosis and demonstrates this in several poems where in the days of trouble, it feels like a tsunami. One is drawn into those last chapters for the comfort of His peace and hope.

About the Author

Jan wants the words in this book to not only bring joy but a sliding into your own memories of even sadness or pain. Perhaps one of these writings will wrap around that wound and bring peace or comfort. She says the Lord reminds her that the silver pen He gave her fits into her hand just like the smooth stone fit into David’s. “Throw it at the giant of unbelief.” Retirement in Colorado has become a blessing of a quieter life with family and solitude, away from a very busy 33 years in a large medical laboratory in New Mexico. She transitioned first through a number of years as a Licensed Mental Health Counselor. This easily led to a “listening prayer” approach where the Holy Spirit is in charge. Jan is now enjoying life with her family and friends in Loveland, Colorado. Writing has been a part of her life for many years. She has now chosen to share this book with us. “Language when written is liquid. It creeps across the page and claims a place in our heart.”