Small Victories

 
Take the time to put the work in. People may not see it. Those who do may not respect it. But in the end your blood, sweat and tears will pay off. Because hard work is its own reward and the skills you cultivate from perfecting your craft will mean more than an easy road to success. The beautiful of life is in the journey. Enjoy the small victories. 

Love always, Esha 

Warning: For Those Who Grieve

Photo by Ksenia Chernaya

There are no words 

To fill the void 

It is an endless sea 

Of missed communication

And broken opportunities

How do I move forward? 

How do I forget? 

How do I cry? 

Now that you're gone 

Your things fill the room, storage and my mind 

Vestiges of the life 

You left behind

For the first time 

Your not here to wipe my tears 

They fill the rims of my dry eyes

Bubbling to the surface

Like a pop can that was shaken 

And opened to soon  

Where is your shoulder to cry on?

Where can one go to find your love? 

The contour of your face 

Was the comfort that tired consciences rested on 

There are tangled grey wires 

At the base of my swollen red heart 

Unable to hold the contents 

Of a soul tore apart

It pumps the same 

But it aches different

It pleads for a love far gone

Begging for attention in a world 

That pays no mind 

How do I move forward? 

How do I forget? 

How do I cry? 

Now that you're gone

The mouth says, I'm well 

Fingertips text, I'm fine 

But deep down a stomach twisted in knots 

Burns with a throbbing

That only the grieving know 

When death darkens a humble doorstep

An unraveling spirit will gladly go home 

Let the white picket fence fade into the background 

Clouds hover in weightless air 

They appear and disappear 

As the light of a glistening dawn opens 

For those chained in the shackles of mourning 

Morning after morning freed from the torment 

Of a breaking heart that stays broke 



Love always, Esha 

ReplyForward

Long Way

Photo by Brett Jordan

Every time I'm convinced that I should give up. I'm pulled back in. Shaken and stirred by your love. Encouraged by your grace. Strengthened by your patience. Moved by your kindness and love. Surrounded by your beauty. And reminded in your word that I'm not alone. Jesus has brought me a mighty long way. 


Love always, Esha 

Fortress

 

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The storm won’t last

You will prevail

God is in the midst

He is your fortress

Love always, Esha 

Dream Work

I do my Father's work

Foraging my dreams from clay

Breathing the breath of life into dirt

No matter how long it takes 

I'm gonna hustle till it hurts  

And even in the midst of battle 

I will put God first 

 

Love always, Esha