This is an inspirational blog that utilizes the medium of poetry and creative writing to tell stories.
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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
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Let the waves of life pass over
You will not be moved
Let the sun beat down
But it will not bring weariness to you
Though enemies will bring war against you
Your heart will know no fear
For the Lord is your strong tower
And laughter is your medicine of choice
You will dance in the spring time
Blooming like seeds planted in good soil
Love always, Esha
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The feeling dissipates
But I still remember the warmth
I still crave the moment
Looking for the next opportunity
Safe from harm
To be well thought of
And loved in return
Yearning and turning in desolate places
Aching to see and experience friendly faces
Hopefully a day will arrive
And I will be held in an embrace
That makes my lonely years fade away
The feeling dissipates
But I still remember the warmth
I still crave the moment
Choosing isolation
And silent discretion over having a hand to hold
But as of late...
People seek to inspire
For financial gain
With no desire to help people that have lost everything
The truth spreads like wildfire
Like a sore that wasn't treated
Or a friendship
Gone bad
People search the closest inspiration
They can grab
Rarely questioning the sender
And poor intent
But surviving off fake cures should never pay the rent
A couple days go by and the quick money
Is past the point of spent
Self help, motivational speech and guru's
Linked up with the who's who
Fail to address the problem
And churches devoid of pay per view miracles
For something that will feed the soul
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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
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Sorry I've been gone for awhile
I've been working, praying, staying focused
Driving quickly to the next place
Getting over the traumas of yesterday
While utilizing every second that leads to a new tomorrow
Preparing for the unseen blessings
And challenges that set my heart ablaze
Building the bricks of contentment one row at a time
While fighting for a day and a moment that is truly mine
Love always, Esha
Jesus is so good.
When I am in trouble, when my heart is in need he comforts me.
Showing love and mercy.
I'm glad I have a friend that will never leave
Love always, Esha <3
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Good gracious, Lord have mercy
Cover me in your grace
Wrap me in your love
Turn me not from your face
I have sinned
Again and again
Dug, deep, dark trenches
For the hearts and souls
Of good men
Knowing I could never
Care for them
I get it in
Impaired evenings lavished
With Dom Perignon, fast food and gin
At some point
Ya gonna speak
Only so many times
You can kiss on a man’s neck
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Today, I went to work and I encountered a couple of impatient and rude customers. I watched as my coworker was slandered and berated by a patron that ignored her need for human decency. She apologized profusely as ivory cheeks turned red as beets and dry eyes filled pink rims with salty water. I thought how could someone treat another so poorly for getting their order wrong? They turned the bright sunlight beaming through the window into a dismal, pale yellowish tint. That faded at the slightest coverage of cloudy skies.
Why isn’t an apology enough anymore? It’s as though “I’m sorry” has lost all meaning? It has been used as a kleenex to catch a partial sneeze but it fails to cure the symptoms and sickness of the common cold. It seems as though the door has closed on the concept of forgiveness and grace. But the concept of cold indignation has consumed many people in our contemporary society. Receiving an improper order does not justify harsh and cruel treatment toward the server. There is a time in life when cooler heads should and must prevail.
Everyone who treats others with kindness deserves an increment of understanding as opposed to all out conflict. No one's job description pays to be harassed by rude customers hell bent on getting even no matter the emotional toll it takes on the employees attempting to stay in the workforce. Oftentimes, the people that shop at the store have means so it's pretty common for them to talk down to the staff. But I find these actions to be appalling.
According to Proverbs 19: 21 There are many devices in a man's heart; nevertheless the counsel of the Lord, that shall stand. 22 The desire of a man is his kindness: and a poor man is better than a liar.
The way people treat each other is a testament to what lies in their heart. In this world, many people have placed titles and rank before kindness. Customer service has become nearly unbearable for many people attempting to serve the masses with a smile. But I urge everyone to be respectful towards those who assist you because God will bless you for it in the end. At the end of they day we should all try our best to treat people how we want to be treated. I have fallen short of this many times in the past but it’s up to all of us to make an effort to be the change we want to see.
You give me hope beyond tomorrow
Pushing me to move past the trials of yesterday
You are the sunlight cutting through the storm
Shine on my day once again
And make my cold heart warm
Your love is sweet poetry to tuned out ears
Inch closer to me with all the kind words
My lonely heart has longed to hear
Hold me in your gentle palms
Bring me near
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Time isn't afforded to us. It is a privilege to those willing to take it no matter the cost they pay. But I find my mind wandering and searching through vague thoughts that send radiating sadness down my spine. Looking at puddles of dirty water that still reflects me. Hardly a day goes by that I don't think about my former life. The good, bad and ugly memories spin and release film that sours my stomach yet brings joyful yet bitter tears to heavy lids. I will ring the bell of triumph and joy when freedom rings. These days I see much sun but the rays have failed to reach my heart. It beats for moments and times that are long gone. How do I fly above the circumstances that have grounded me? The peace that once comforted my soul has dwindled to a small glowing ember. I hold onto its warmth with both hands. My palms may burn but I grip it still. Praying the meager fire will grow and expand once again. In the depth of my despair, I pray that Jesus hears me. He is my comforter, protector and greatest friend. Time has never changed his love. His kind gestures remain the same. I will run towards the only salvation I know. This life is short but the struggle never gets old. Let my cries reach his open ears. Let my tears be wiped by his skilled hands. Let my hardened heart unfold and blossom like roses in the springtime. May each petal shine with the dew drops of sparkling hope renewed.
Love always, Esha
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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
What can a warm hand do for a frozen heart?
It can’t make it pump blood
But maybe it can give it the courage to start…
Compassion lit a fire under icy sentiments
That grew rock solid with the arrival of spring
Who is us?
In the midst of disgust
Do we keep on believing
Does hurt only last for a season?
It is only temporary for a soul willing to heal
Why hold on to the pitfalls of yesterday?
If tomorrow arrivals still?
You are the perfect example of what happens
When determination meets will
Because a conflicted heart still has the ability to feel
If you allow it too
The old things will be replaced
And the broken thing will work as though it were new
You would be amazed by what love without apprehension can do
Love always, Esha
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
The fire burns to light the dark corners of the world. To replace unbelief with power. To give birth to the truth of a sinner's prayer. Laying open the damage inside the human soul that many never saw was there. His hand is never changing. A love that overflows like running water. Turn the faucet to the max so it pours out. And thirsty hearts are able to bathe in the overflow of God. Drenched from head to toe in favor and mercy that goes beyond human comprehension. Vulnerable before the King who loved you no matter your condition. Because He cares just that much.
Love always, Esha
Listen to Hope Speaks Podcast Episode 10: Overflowing Love
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Ride on
Move forward
Traverse to destinations unseen
Only experienced in dreams
Inch closer to the desires
Placed in your heart
Push through valleys
Pedal up mountaintops
Thrive in the midst of the wilderness
Sail over running rapids
As robust waterways swell
Let the dirt road
Build the level of your endurance
The challenge will make you reach higher
The time spent fighting will make you travel lighter
Because smooth highways
And byways are meant for driving
But it is the difficult terrain that builds us
Shaping our hard days
Into faith and trust
Creating a spirit than can withstand
The journey in no man's land
Love always, Esha <3
