I’ve witnessed the darkness of another’s pain,

And reached out in ways unseen,

My stories inside the door,

My help not something explored,

When those who suffer and are lost,

When my thoughts watching are twisted and tossed,

And burning my heart to its core.

When pockets empty my heart feels the thorns,

The miseries they’ve seen, the lives that are torn,

I open my spirit and give what I can,

Much more than I’d say or speak.

For as He said to those who did listen,

When praying or giving of your store,

Keep it in your heart,

Keep it hidden,

Keep it behind the door.

For grace isn’t what I seek

Nor thanks from people who see,

My gifts are for ones who are those that suffer,

The ones I feel are in need.

And when they ask,

What in this life would you say,

What in life were your deeds,

I’d simply say I gave what I had,

I gave all I could to those lost souls,

The many who begged,

And cried in pain,

The many I saw in need.


Johnny Johnston
Johnny Johnston
An artist/writer as well as graduate of the University of South Carolina with degrees in journalism/20th Century American Literature, and retired senior executive of several international hotel/resort corporations, Johnny is the product of the south having been raised in the ever-changing transient lifestyle of a Carolina coastal resort. A point where he discovered, within his 300-year-old heritage and the world's dramatic social/cultural shifts during the late '60s to early 80’s an ambitious hunger and overwhelming curiosity to touch, see and become a participant in the virtually unlimited possibilities offered to those who wish for and seek life experiences. A journey which when hearing its details initially makes one a bit skeptical, questioning its validity as it is hard to imagine that incidents such as these may have crossed one man’s lifetime. This is the fodder required to step into zones exposing one's personal inner self, which many of his paintings and the words he writes do, openly. An ability to see and hear the tragic, beautiful, accomplished, exciting journey in a life free of inhibitions allowing others the opportunity to live vicariously and become, through his works, a part of its future. His larger works which have been featured in several Colorado and Fredericksburg Texas galleries and resorts have produced a number of collectors and fans. However, over the years, his paintings are mostly viewed by friends, enthusiastic new artist encountered on the streets or a small number of acquaintances he meets when dining in local cafés with his wife.

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    • Thank you Len. As I said to Larry, Dennis’s question placed me in an awkward position because of how I was raised and my beliefs. My father, if nothing else was a very charitable man and I learned long ago that what you did to help another was between you, God and that other person alone therefore my poem. Take care. J

  1. Wow Wow and Wow! This is a powerful story my friend. It grabs hold of you and does not let go. It demands response. Well done Johnny. Powerful Ink, Bold Ink, Profound Ink and almost Painful Ink. This is my faviroite

    • Thank you buddy. Dennis’s question yesterday hit me in an odd way as I had always been taught not to speak of times when you help another human, that you should just know in your heart that God had seen and that was all that mattered. Thus my poem and all I could think of to say. Hope you’re well. You seem to be struggling with you transition into a new lifestyle. I have all the faith in the world that you my friend will not be bored. J

      • With friends like you I will be fine. we are already planning trips with the grandchildren for next spring. I am with you I am kind of uncomfortable talking about helping people. I was always taught it wasn’t something that you bragged about thus the article I wrote the quiet leader . I may have to do something like you did as of right now not sure how to answer that. But I’m sure I’ll come up with something. Take care my friend as always I am thankful that you are my friend love you brother