This is an inspirational blog that utilizes the medium of poetry and creative writing to tell stories.
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Peace, ease, laughter and hope
The beautiful of the moment
And the time to cope
Surrounded and wrapped in dreams
That knows no bounds
Prayers sent to heaven
From quivering lips, dripping in hope
And answered with love
For once to know my tears, struggles and triumph
Are well thought of
I was fashioned and designed for a special reason
While I thought Jesus didn't care about my pain...
He was just waiting for me
To enter the right season
Love always, Esha
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
Happy Resurrection Sunday
You are valuable
Every hair on your head counted
All your triumphs and failures dearly noted
The black charcoal will soon turn into a diamond
When pressure is applied
And the shine of it will reflect off of dim places
Creating a light where none existed
You are the bright twinkle in the distance
Showing from a far
Signaling the lost and the down trodded
To a place and a person that is willing to hear them
Your prayers stand in the gap for many
A friend to those
Who never had any person that cared
You are welcoming
Because your smile is always there
It checks on people and reassures them
That everything will be okay
Your eyes relate the truth with simple glances
Giving people hope for second chances
When you speak to others
And show concern for their well-being
Relating respect and kindness from the beginning
No matter the struggle
You find a way to be supportive
Being a blessing to others in their time of need
You are a child of the King
Jesus died so you could live more abundantly
Love always, Esha
Your house was made months in advance with care and consideration. It will last for decades more. Because love is the mortar that lies between burnt red bricks. And the shingled roof is reinforced with hope and painted with sweet day dreams. Your lawn is watered by bliss morning showers. Your garden is fertilized by prayers. Every morning, you arise and look out the window… The sun is always there.
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
