A Snapshot of Bill Beeler

(Written in Spring 1997, updated Spring of 2021) My name is William P. Beeler. My Mother, my employer, and the taxman are just about the only ones who call me that much more than once. I see myself as Bill Beeler. As you read these essays – it’s important that you have a feeling for… Continue reading A Snapshot of Bill Beeler

My Young Years

Only the Troubled are Saved by Bill Beeler I started out proud and glad. I was good, I was loved. This I knew, they told me so. Mother loved me. This I knew, she told me so. God loved me. This I knew, Mrs. Walls told me so. I met people who were going to… Continue reading My Young Years

My God

Written December 1996 I’ve come to realize that God, by whatever name I wish to use, is a being, an entity, a consciousness that loves and accepts me. This Divine entity is within all of us. We are within it. We are one with each other. We are one with God. An envelope that encompasses… Continue reading My God

Mother’s Passing

Alfreda T. Beeler, my Mother, died on July 16, 1991. She was suffering from Alzheimer’s, a broken hip, collapsed lung, and a cracked rib. I thought she was gone. Maybe I would see her when I too passed on. We moved her and Dad to our home and made our living room into a hospital… Continue reading Mother’s Passing

Mary Grace’s Last Visit

What happens when we die? I think we rot, burn, recycle. But I also think we continue on in spirit. Don’t ask me for details, but I have had some experiences. This is the one and only time my God mother, Mary Grace came to visit me. We were all paying attention to the priest.… Continue reading Mary Grace’s Last Visit

Fighting Over God’s Love

This occurred in Albuquerque, New Mexico while I sold real estate for Falls Land and Development Co. 1970-71 Audie was a handsome, neatly tailored conservative Baptist turned Mormon. Hard working and easy going., he pored over the newspaper to improve his reading skills. Customers never realized that Audy’s sons helped him memorize the contracts. He… Continue reading Fighting Over God’s Love

A Study of Languages

Note. This study that started out as one long poem exploring the many languages you and I speak in different situations. It evolved into a number of shorter poems, each looking one or more aspects of our daily languages. Speaking Daddy by Bill Beeler (August 1995) Sitting in the den, I speak daddy with family.… Continue reading A Study of Languages

A New Desk

A New Desk By Bill Beeler (October ‘95) Hey, I need a new desk. There are many things I need to do. Count our money and pay all our bills. Record our ancestors and write our book. Write to our family and to our friends. Why not just use the kitchen table? The new desk… Continue reading A New Desk