The Lilies

Matthew 6: 28 And why are ye anxious concerning raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: 29 yet I say unto you, that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 30 But if God doth so clothe the grass of the field, which to-day is, and to-morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?

The Lilies 

Be like the flowers. The lilies of the field do not want for sun. Neither do they cry out for rain. Bending and swaying without the request of a cool breeze. Existing without bills. Doing as they please. They are taken care of. Be like the lilies that live with ease. 

Love always, Esha <3

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

The Joy of Change

Image by Jan Alexander from Pixabay 

 

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 

Calf

 

The food lives not

It was cut from the root

Drained of it substance

It breathes no longer

Seeking sunlight no more

It’s days of grazing ran short

It’s freedom to roam cut off

While the world turned

The breeze blew

Days went on

While life was taken to sustain another’s…

The calf grew strong

Love always, Esha