Rusty Pennies

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In the course of life, you interact with people. Hold hands, join in laughter, cry together in moments of pain. Some connections last forever, others are reduced to a brief yet memorable moment in time. Yet some individuals are utterly forgotten like copper pennies rusting at the bottom of the sea. The blue salty water floats over their memory. But the truth remains the same. So you go through life with a vague, distant memory of a familiar face you once knew. 


Love always, Esha 

Pray For Me

 

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Touch this heart of mine so my eyes can see a little better. Make the burdens that held down my wings light as feathers. And if I break down again hold me together. I feel the pulsating water that flows slowly underneath thick ice. Though I try I can't sleep at night. My heart cries out for healing that my spirit needs. I desire to be joyful. In the bedrock of my anguish, I desire to be free. Hold my hand as I grip onto the hope of living word. Let the Father's will be done. In the meantime, pray for me. 


Love always, Esha 

Unknown Place

You bring me back to a familiar yet unknown place. It's the breath of you. The movement of your steady words. The feel of your uneasy truth. The way you calm the riffs in the cliff of my soul.

Hold me... till I can no longer let go. Because I run from the feeling of love. And I clamor at the stoop of rejection. There is no hope at the end of a rope that burns tender palms. But you keep on pulling me back in. Telling me that I can't get through a difficult situation without breaking a little.

You treat my wounds with aloe and salve. Then wrap my hands with bandages and gauze, covered in hope. Telling me that I'm one of your chosen that despite my faults I am loved beyond measure. That my heart is an oasis and my time is treasured... And that's why I call you my redeemer. 



Love always, Esha 

Difficult Situations

 


Sometimes you have to figure out difficult situations fast. Pick up the pieces, laugh at the irony and keep trucking along. As you build your faith, the yoke becomes light and the burden is easy. So let the creases in the corners of your mouth perk up. Because a genuine smile is better than sunshine on rye bread. It rains on the just and the unjust no one can deny the downpour. But joy waits on the other side for those who persevere.


Love always, Esha <3

Short Thought: Nowhere Special

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What is love without kindness?

It's empty promises spread out over time

That lead to nowhere


Love always, Esha <3

Brief Letter to My Ex

Are you still there?

After all this time…

I believed that you left our dreams by the waste side

I was under the impression

That you had forgotten the outline of my face

Locked in a different time

Dictated by the contradictions of an unknown place

It’s good to see that the impression of my love

Is still on your mind

Still… I’m surprised

That your heart wasn’t capsized

And captured by another

Years later, you see me as a friend and former love

For that reason and so many more,

I wish you well

I want you to have more friends than you can count

And more stories than you can tell

You deserve the moon, stars and the night sky they sit in

Because your kindness is indicative

Of a person that should always win

So despite our separation,

I’m pulling for you

I want to see happy and healthy

While in pursuant of a good life

Never settle for a person that’s not treating you right

Because your wild ex-girlfriend said so!

Love always, Esha

Why I love you

Pull on loose heart strings

With a sigh of your voice

Through the tilt of your head

Via a weepy look in your clear eyes

Only you...

Can make hard shoulders slump forward

While rigid arms give way for a much needed hug

And that’s why I love you

Love always, Esha

Much Needed Rest

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Take me to your island

Where I can bask in the sweet sun

Swing in the night breeze

And frolic until my work is done

Just breath easy

No expectation for the anticipation

Of conversation

In truth, I want to rest

Experience joy, peace and happiness

No hurt in my voice

No ache in my chest

An end to the shakiness of breath

Where is the curve in the rainbow

Does it wait for me?

In the midst of this craziness

Can a misunderstood soul

Discover the bedrock of tranquility?

Sleep anxious body

Lay down your nervous flesh

You’ve held on long enough

Too tired to be emotional

Too emotional to be tough

So take me to your island

Where I can bask in the sweet sun

Swing in the night breeze

And frolic until my work is done

Twist and turn on a path outlined by cleared foliage

It leads through the bush

To a shoreline that sore soles need

Play in the warm sand

Drip excited toes in refreshing water

Afterward laugh and smile

Forget my troubles for a little while

This is my day to be free

Live with comfort

Wind down with ease

The ebb and flow of palm trees is a sight to behold

They gave pause to a worried mind

And silence to a complex feeling

Their leaves shift from side to side

Yet the bark stands tall

Love always, Esha

Battlefield of Dreams

Ball up your fist and punch. You anticipated the arrival of this moment all your life. To fight for what you believe in. To stand on the battlefield of dreams. To shed sweat, blood and tears on the ground that will determine the outcome of future generations that have yet to set eyes on the world as we know it. So give it all you got. The struggle is spiritual but the aftermath is impossible to quantify. 

Love always, Esha 

A Battle for Peace

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Time to reflect is a wonderful phenomenon. There is no perfect person. No absolute moments of triumph. In battle, the conqueror defeats the conquered but no matter the gains of the victor both sides suffer the loss of causalities. But abundant happiness lives in the wilderness for the lovers of peace.

The terrain of barren land is the desolate stretch that blessed and bitter people walk alone. We live with the prospect of anticipation while dragging our tired soul through moments of shock and disbelief. But the heart is ever wandering when there is a vacancy of love and trust. How do you turn a corner when civil conversation ends? Will you show the same grace and mercy to an enemy that you give to a friend?

Let your pearly whites shine in the brilliance of day. You are the strong tides breaking over sharp rocks. Hope is a thing with feathers and it takes flight every time you give optimism a chance. Even if you believe that it may be returned. Because faith is the belief in the unseen. And when all is said and done it feels better to know that the unblemished Lamb slain for our sins is in charge of everything.

Love always, Esha

A Lie

Don’t be mad at poor responses to honest sentiments. Some people can’t handle the truth because they spent their whole life living a lie.

Love always, Esha 

The Gift of Life

 

Is it my birthday? Because the gift of life awaits me every morning. I awaken to the smell of flowers blossoming. The sound of blue birds chirping and roosters making loud calls of cock-a-doodle-do. The branches of eager trees make creaking noises. The wind blows through my window like sunshine dancing on water. Grasshoppers leap through lime green, freshly mowed grass. And though the outcome of my day remains unknown, I think Jesus has blessed me with hope once again. 


Love always, Esha 

A Friend

                                         You can listen to this poem on Hope Speaks Episode 14

                        

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The road is long

The battle is arduous

But despite the journey that lies ahead of us

We all need a real friend

Someone that cares

Wipes away tears

And covers our fears with laughter

We all need someone worthwhile to talk too

And for me

That person is

And has always been you

Love always, Esha

Thoughts: Does Age Matter?

Gray hair matters not. The silver strands leave salt and pepper across a head that once touted black and brown youth. Nevertheless, wisdom is not determined by age. It is found in the knowledge that someone gained through trial and tribulation released by the hand of God. But the outer appearance does little to determine the insight of the individual. Much like wrinkles, gray hair adds character to the physic of the person but does little for the soul if no lessons are learned from the life lived. 

Love always, Esha 

A Message for the Misunderstood Entrepreneur

Don't worry about the plans that fell through. Better things lie ahead of you. The ants don't worry about approaching boots on the ground. They keep working. Carrying crumbs twenty times their weight. Securing the hill they must maintain. Much like the small yet determined ants you must keep going. The closed doors stop short of rejection. They are a turning point in a long journey that you started with little help from friends and lots of prayer. Never feel that your efforts and your struggle is in vain. 

Check out Hope Speaks Episode 13

Love always, Esha 

Love Part 2

What can a warm hand do for a frozen heart?

It can’t make it pump blood

But maybe it can give it the courage to start…

Compassion lit a fire under icy sentiments

That grew rock solid with the arrival of spring

Who is us?

In the midst of disgust

Do we keep on believing

Does hurt only last for a season?

It is only temporary for a soul willing to heal

Why hold on to the pitfalls of yesterday?

If tomorrow arrivals still?

You are the perfect example of what happens

When determination meets will

Because a conflicted heart still has the ability to feel

If you allow it too

The old things will be replaced

And the broken thing will work as though it were new

You would be amazed by what love without apprehension can do

Love always, Esha

Podcast Segment & Poetry: Aren't Acquired Easily

Aren’t Acquired Easily

I waited for the break of aging time 

But wrinkles never formed on the hands 

And rust never touched the dial

Meanwhile, I moved eagerly to the sound of tic toc tic 

My arms stretched out like eagle wings ready to soar 

My feet stepped in sequence to the beat of unrealized dreams

Deadlines have evaded me 

Pit stops have kept me sidetracked too long  

I begged and pleaded for a moment 

That surpassed my meager understanding 

Patience is not on my side 

But I nurture it with hope birthed in the belly of the trenches 

Awaiting a season that beckons the seed 

That laid dormant in harsh winters 

And endured the bitter rain of a spring not quite broken 

That sat through the abundantly hot weather of summer 

Only to arrive at fall all over again 

Do not let the time of harvest past me 

Let my crops rise up strong from barren, decrepit soil 

The foundation is hard but my ground is solid 

The wind may blow but my bedrock will not giveaway 

The sound of steady brass ticking 

Fills my heart with anticipation 

Everyday is another chance to face my struggles and grow 

No amount of daylight savings can stop the progress I have made

I am claiming my tomorrow today

There is no biological clock bigger than my aspirations 

I will live with the sunshine on my face 

And the darkness on my back 

Standing in the truth that is awaiting those who smile in the midst of adversity 

Now and forever my heart will sing a new song 

I will sit near the edge of the dock awaiting the breath of daybreak 

Soon my seeds will blossom 

And I will dance upon the ease of their arrival 

Their leaves will open like unraveling scrolls of truth, 

Not yet realized 

But ready to exist in the cool breeze of Monday mornings 

Awaiting the warm feeling of resting dew drops 

Time has taught me patience 

Because the greatest things in this life 

Aren’t acquired easily

Love always, Esha

Check out my podcast Hope Speaks Episode 12

Short Thought: Breath of God

I see it 

In the curve of your eyes 

A longing for a touch 

Just the breath 

The presence of God's love 

It ushers you 

To unknown paths 

In search of a blessing 

That no one can grab 

It must be given, relinquished, bestowed 

On willing, humble hands 

Love always, Esha 

The Joy of Change

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Speak life 

Anger won't fix it 

Pain will subside 

But don't dwell in it 

Because peace lies on the other side 

Be present in the joy of a new sunrise 

Rejoice everyday that you're alive

Take to the highway 

Feel the breeze on your face 

Watch the birds soar by 

You are at the beginning 

Of wonder and change 

There is joy for those who refuse to stay the same 

Love always, Esha