This is an inspirational blog that utilizes the medium of poetry and creative writing to tell stories.
My Lord let you're latter rain
Fall on the people
Open your ear to our plea
We cry for your help
In mourning and groaning
Falling on our knees
Let your glory and grace
Cover our needs
We run to the Father
While acknowledging the sacrifice of the Son
The unblemished Lamb
The Holy One
We will follow His lead
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
Our words fall short
They collapse before I love you
Breaking like a vase hitting the floor
We wonder bout the meaning be hide it all..
How to find the closeness of connection?
Without stuttering in the moment when we receive an urgent call
Only to realize that at times we are a bit too harsh on ourselves
On cloudy days we all need a bit of help
Love always, Esha
Don't worry about the plans that fell through. Better things lie ahead of you. The ants don't worry about approaching boots on the ground. They keep working. Carrying crumbs twenty times their weight. Securing the hill they must maintain. Much like the small yet determined ants you must keep going. The closed doors stop short of rejection. They are a turning point in a long journey that you started with little help from friends and lots of prayer. Never feel that your efforts and your struggle is in vain.
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Love always, Esha
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The world is every turning. Society moves and sways with the tides and rises with the waves. But it never thinks of the soul. The things that fall outside of it's influence. The pressure that makes young hearts grow old. But those who know don't speak and those that don't know are quick to respond. Making up policies that fail to help the community. Ignoring the necessities of those who are in pain. Calling the wise crazy and driving those who follow along insane. All the while, the world is steady turning on an axis fit to bend. Those who can't make it work break. While those who find a way are able to survive. Sometimes it takes knowledge to keep your faith alive. Knowing that the power doesn't come from the world. It comes from the Spirit within. Because the battle isn't won until the outcome is revealed at the end. So keep pressing on. Only the foolish relay on the strength of those who appear strong. That's why I'm never afraid to walk alone.
Love always, Esha
When my Dad died and my boyfriend turned into a nightmare on squeaky wheels. God held my hand and gathered together the pieces of my broken heart and for that I am forever grateful. Because my life has been one train wreck after another. But now I don’t feel so alone anymore. I have a heavenly Father with cattle on a thousand hills and the things I am unable to do my God will. I gotta be honest. I gotta keep it real. Sometimes, it gets cold out here….
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Way Maker
You make the dream worthwhile. Creating and reinventing prayers that your love brought back in-style. By answering my desperate cries for help and letting me know that I’m not in the struggle by myself. You are the savior that the comics ignored. You are the way maker that the outcast adore. You are bigger than the gold that coats hardened hearts. You break the yoke of iniquity and set the captives free. And in my hour of need you comforted me. For that and so much more you are a true friend indeed.
Love always, Esha
It's easy to tell people to stay inside if they don't feel well. It's simple to see the benefits when you don't live pay check to check. When you have the option, the privilege, the ability to work from home and receive paid sick leave that's wonderful! But what about the rest of us? The working class Americans.
We are the silent majority that makes the country go round but we are also those struggling to survive. Those who fall in-between the cracks of the American dream trying to dig out of the concrete and barely scraping by. Now we are being called on once again to pull ourselves up by our proverbial bootstraps with no shoes! What do we do? When our bellies growl but no stimulus check comes in?
Part of me is concerned over what the nature of the economy will be when this pandemic ends. When the demands for work are unable to fulfill our need because small businesses have taken a hit! When homelessness stands in the way of self preservation and the cost is paramount to our livelihood. What is the baseline of assistant that can be provided for the homeless, struggling, working poor and ailing among us?
In the midst of this pandemic, we look to our state and federal government for answers, for assistance, for calm but we receive silent in return. It is my solvent hope that our elected officials answer that call. But I wouldn't put all my eggs in one basket. So I propose that we all look out for one another during this time. You never really know what people are going through be hide closed doors and now a large number of us are confined to staying in doors. And sometimes it feels unbearable.
There were so many things I took for-granted before Covid-19. Going to the movies, library, hitting a party, attending a conference, lecture, or just going to a theme park had no real value in my mind. I was just doing stuff but now I realize that I should have been more grateful for the little things. life is what we make of it. So even though I'm in the house, I am content. Because some people didn't wake up this morning. So I have to push forward in a world full of inequity and hardship. I have to make a way out of no way and help those I can along the way. Because no matter what we see and hear on social media we are all in this together.
Till next-time, Esha <3
