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Eyes closed 

Head bowed 

Hands clasped 

Knees touching the ground 

Prayers raised high 

That's why we are hopeful 

All the time

Because we know... 

Where are hope comes from 

Love always,  Esha <3

Competition

Move past the competition with ease and grace 

There are no competitors in a one man race 

There is no fear here 

Your presence can not be replaced

Because you were put in place by God 

Think it not strange 

Though some may see it as odd 

You were choose for a reason to walk a path 

That many can not follow 

Some follow ambitions that are vain and hollow 

But your faith will persevere

Let Christ be the light to your footsteps

Hold your head high 

You will dance on water 

You will walk on baby blue sky 

Love always, Esha <3

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

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 

Short Poem: Politics

 

Some say, 

Party politics must stand

If evil is done they turn their head

Like a late kid getting hall passes

Giving out third and fourth chances

No matter the offense

Democracy was a dream 

Put on a hopeful wish list 

But still some say, 

It’s imperfect 

But this is all we have 

So if we bare grievances 

It’s too darn bad 

Love always, Esha 

Photo by Alexandr Podvalny 

Is it too late to say, I miss you?  Could you stay for a little while? Are we too far gone to say, I dream of your wide smile? Is it beyond the point of no return? Does your heart call for mine? Does your head burn? If we could start over again, just be friends. Oh the lessons…we would have learned. 

– Esha