Some books invite you to think. Others invite you to feel. The Open Window of My Heart by Sybil Fulk does both—gently, tenderly, like a friend sitting across from you with a cup of tea and a story you need to hear.
This collection of poems is born from life’s deepest valleys and brightest mountaintops. Sybil writes of grief—the kind that leaves an empty chair at the table and silence in the home. She writes of memory—of childhood shadows, family bonds, and the tender ache of absence. But above all, she writes of faith—the steady presence of God who carries, comforts, and restores.
Every page is a window cracked open to let in the breath of hope. You’ll see the Oregon coast stretch wide with its waves of comfort, hear the call of the mockingbird as a hymn of resilience, and watch a lighthouse beam across the water as a promise that no storm lasts forever. These aren’t abstract images—they’re anchors for the soul, painted in the language of lived experience.
What makes this book remarkable is its honesty. Sybil doesn’t pretend life is easy. She doesn’t hide her questions or her wounds. Instead, she lays them bare, and in doing so, she shows us that healing doesn’t come by denying pain, but by walking through it with God’s hand in ours.
There are poems that will make you smile—gentle humor tucked between the verses. There are poems that honor others—veterans, caregivers, the forgotten ones among us. And there are poems that feel like prayers—quiet whispers of surrender, assurance, and love.
Reading The Open Window of My Heart is like opening your own: letting in the breeze of compassion, the light of faith, and the warmth of memory. It is a book to sit with, return to, and share with someone who needs reminding that even in life’s darkest chapters, the story is not finished.
And perhaps that is the beauty of Sybil Fulk’s words: they don’t just describe her journey—they shine a light on yours.