Short poem: Come Home

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Here's the key 

I promise the door is always open 

My mind is disappointed 

But my heart is hoping 

I nearly gave up on searching 

Till I picked up the pieces that were broken 

All the while I pray that you come home



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Love always, Ayesha 

Missing

Photo by mododeolhar

He’s missing again

NO calls

NO text

Only emptiness

Hangs in the void

He’s been MIA

Since he was a little boy

Days turned to nights

And nights turned to days

Weeks at a time combined into months

Months turned into years

Sometimes, I would look for him

In the highways and byways

Of cities to big for me to search alone

Leaving the comfort of my bed

To bring my long lost sibling back home

Even after all these years…

I’ll still look for you

Walking through mud, hiding behind staircases

Checking bus stops that never end,

Newspaper articles and old friends

And when looking is not enough…

I cling to the only safety I know

I’ll pray for your safe return

Holding a Bible with torn pages in shaking hands

Hoping for a miracle in no man’s land

Knowing in my fluttering heart that I’ll see you again

Love always, Esha

God's Door

Photo by seth0s

For every closed door I have faced. God has opened another. So I don't worry about tomorrow. It's already in good hands. And I'm not talking about Allstate. Everyday hasn't been easy but to wake up to the light of the rising sun is a blessing. In every mistake is a lesson. Because I always lean and fall into the warm arms of his mercy and grace. Delighted in the beauty and mystery of His unseen face. Even when I had no home in His kingdom there is space. 



Love always, Esha <3

Carefully Made Home Part 2

 

Photo by Waylin 

Build your home on a solid foundation

One that surpasses shaky, uneven sand 

Because a dwelling fixed on stable ground 

Is made to stand

So when the wind blows, the rain falls

Impeding flood waters come 

And the sparse earth trembles 

Your walls will endure 

When the march of uncertainty comes like a storm 

You can sit in your house fortified by good bones 

After spending a lifetime paying it off 

It's something that your children will own 

They will sit in your old rocking chair

 And get teary eyed and stare off into the distance

Remembering their adolescence in that home 

Something created on solid soil 

Based in treasured memories 

Love always, Esha