A Friend

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

Good Men

 

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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 

And make his mind go weak

Love always, Esha  <3

A Battle for Peace

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Time to reflect is a wonderful phenomenon. There is no perfect person. No absolute moments of triumph. In battle, the conqueror defeats the conquered but no matter the gains of the victor both sides suffer the loss of causalities. But abundant happiness lives in the wilderness for the lovers of peace.

The terrain of barren land is the desolate stretch that blessed and bitter people walk alone. We live with the prospect of anticipation while dragging our tired soul through moments of shock and disbelief. But the heart is ever wandering when there is a vacancy of love and trust. How do you turn a corner when civil conversation ends? Will you show the same grace and mercy to an enemy that you give to a friend?

Let your pearly whites shine in the brilliance of day. You are the strong tides breaking over sharp rocks. Hope is a thing with feathers and it takes flight every time you give optimism a chance. Even if you believe that it may be returned. Because faith is the belief in the unseen. And when all is said and done it feels better to know that the unblemished Lamb slain for our sins is in charge of everything.

Love always, Esha

God's Door

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For every closed door I have faced. God has opened another. So I don't worry about tomorrow. It's already in good hands. And I'm not talking about Allstate. Everyday hasn't been easy but to wake up to the light of the rising sun is a blessing. In every mistake is a lesson. Because I always lean and fall into the warm arms of his mercy and grace. Delighted in the beauty and mystery of His unseen face. Even when I had no home in His kingdom there is space. 



Love always, Esha <3

Poetry In the Storm: My Prayer

I read this poem to my Father on his death bed. He always loved hearing my poetry and I loved being his daughter. This is a poem for anyone who has lost someone very dear to their heart. 

My Prayer

Y’all don’t understand, 

I’m gonna pray till the mercy falls down from heaven 

Like misty, silky rain

I looked the angel of death in its eye

Still, I call on the Lord o my soul

I see Your glory even now

Hear me in the depth 

And the solitude of my despair

Let the words from my humble, cracked, tear covered lips 

Touch your ear

Pull me in once again

Bring me near! 

Hold me close

You created the moon

You gave formation to stars

You are higher than mountains, 

Your son walked on water

Your holiness bestows love on the loveless

You see the heart of man and you touch it still

You anoint those who seek you diligently

I kneel before the throne

I beseech you for mercy 

And blessings beyond understanding

Let a miracle be done 

So I can carry the good news to all those I meet

Y’all don’t understand, 

I’m gonna pray till the mercy falls down from heaven 

Like misty, silky rain

Love always, Esha