Fortress

 

Photo by Pixabay

The storm won’t last

You will prevail

God is in the midst

He is your fortress

Love always, Esha 

Dream Work

I do my Father's work

Foraging my dreams from clay

Breathing the breath of life into dirt

No matter how long it takes 

I'm gonna hustle till it hurts  

And even in the midst of battle 

I will put God first 

 

Love always, Esha  

A Smile

This poem is read on the Hope Speaks Podcast Season 2 Episode 3 

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay 

It's important 

Rarely is it unnecessary 

You can put it in your back pocket 

And pull it out when you need 

It is equivalent to sunshine falling in the evening 

A smile goes a long way 

God blessed you with the ability to press forward on a rainy day 

Never let the cloud cover get in your way 

Be hopeful that even in the midst of your storm 

Everything will be okay 

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