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 

Unseen Love

It matters not what direction the wind blows. I feel it still. I don't need to see it. It knocks me off stable soles. It brings a quake to uneasy knees. It is the sound of humming birds soaring against a lively breeze. I don't need to see it to believe. Love is the same as faith. It remains unseen.

Love always, Esha <3

Growing With Change

A turquoise view through painted glass

Exists for me and you

Look out the window

Icy wind blows,

The hooting and howling

Can be heard down the block

Where the sidewalk is slick

And men move like serpents

Whispering into open ears

Begging to be closer

Utilizing deception to be near

Mahogany branches sway on mighty trees here

But never leave, bark keeps them rooted

Till their presence is cut off

Time passes…

But the plants remain the same

Not affected by snow

Doused by the rain

Maintaining and growing

Even when the world undergoes change

Rings etched into the base like hopeful reminders

Of a future ever blooming

Love always, Esha