Inspirational: Small Flame

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It starts off small 

A flame 

That the cold, wind and rain 

Can't extinguish 

Then it grows 

Questions follow: 

Can I be redeemed? 

Does Christ love me? 

Is faith enough? 

What is love? 

It can be kindled by prayer 

Maintained by hope 

Nourished by the pages of a Bible 

That are ever turning 

You lose some battles and win some 

But to believe 

Your growth is tied up in learning 

And yearning for the grace of God 

No matter how hard you fall 

He will pick you up 

The Holy Ghost will comfort you 

And Jesus will clean your wounds 

You are not alone 

You are not abandoned 

And most importantly you are not forgotten 

You are the sheep that the Shepard refused to leave behind 

Every hair on your head counted

Every need you have supplied 

You will have a friend in Jesus for the rest of your life 

So when the world resents you 

And casts you aside... 

Just know that you are aided by the King of Kings 

And you shall live and not die 

It starts off small 

A flame 

That the cold, wind and rain 

Can't extinguish 

Then it grows 

Love always, Esha 

The Lilies

Matthew 6: 28 And why are ye anxious concerning raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: 29 yet I say unto you, that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 30 But if God doth so clothe the grass of the field, which to-day is, and to-morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?

The Lilies 

Be like the flowers. The lilies of the field do not want for sun. Neither do they cry out for rain. Bending and swaying without the request of a cool breeze. Existing without bills. Doing as they please. They are taken care of. Be like the lilies that live with ease. 

Love always, Esha <3

Carefully Made Home Part 2

 

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Build your home on a solid foundation

One that surpasses shaky, uneven sand 

Because a dwelling fixed on stable ground 

Is made to stand

So when the wind blows, the rain falls

Impeding flood waters come 

And the sparse earth trembles 

Your walls will endure 

When the march of uncertainty comes like a storm 

You can sit in your house fortified by good bones 

After spending a lifetime paying it off 

It's something that your children will own 

They will sit in your old rocking chair

 And get teary eyed and stare off into the distance

Remembering their adolescence in that home 

Something created on solid soil 

Based in treasured memories 

Love always, Esha 

Carefully Made House

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

Rider: Stormy Weather

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Will you still believe? When the cracks in the sidewalk break up the street? When salty tears fall like acidic rain? Fighting through the rumbling of stomach pain. I’m just curious… When the thunder strikes and things aren’t right? Will you be there? Bordering on the edge of nothingness and going nowhere. But in the cusp of the storm let a sista know that you still care.

Love always, Esha

Failing Evil

 

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Fear has become a fad in this dystopian society

People are afraid of everything

They run from the sight of their own shadow

Turning a blind eye to the truth that discomforts their achy soul 

Irritated by those who speak their mind freely

Disgusted by narratives they are unable to control 

There is no argument to be had

Because utilizing discourse to find common ground 

Has gone out the window

So their right by default

And anyone that disagrees is at fault... 

If your brother sees the world through a different lens 

Why cling to disdain? 

Can you not love through disagreements? 

Make peace with a difference of opinion 

Search for the truth instead of accepting lies 

Spoon fed to you through TV 

But fallacy will hold you 

And reality will leave you cold 

It takes a strong mind to believe in something 

Beyond what their told 

Make an effort to see past the moment 

Look forward instead 

Because the person you ignore 

May butter your bread 

But an empty soul can't be fed 

Love always, Esha  <3

Unexpected

I can't see you sometimes. So I feel around for the shape of your face. I sniff the breeze for the scent of your cologne. I lay soft intent to raw feelings in hopes of finding you somewhere among the clouds. My heart moves before my thoughts and I'm thinking out loud. But I am the midst in a broken town looking for the breath of you. Until I realize that a vulnerable dreamer should never look for love. It comes like rain and falls when you least expect it. So accept thee unexpected. 


Love always, Esha <3

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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 

Growing With Change

A turquoise view through painted glass

Exists for me and you

Look out the window

Icy wind blows,

The hooting and howling

Can be heard down the block

Where the sidewalk is slick

And men move like serpents

Whispering into open ears

Begging to be closer

Utilizing deception to be near

Mahogany branches sway on mighty trees here

But never leave, bark keeps them rooted

Till their presence is cut off

Time passes…

But the plants remain the same

Not affected by snow

Doused by the rain

Maintaining and growing

Even when the world undergoes change

Rings etched into the base like hopeful reminders

Of a future ever blooming

Love always, Esha

Unpopular Reality

Give me the truth 

One thing I learned about lying 

Is the upkeep cost is too high 

Because you have to lie again to maintain a lie 

So tell me the truth 

Even if it curls your upper lip 

And brings salty disappointment to trusting eyes 

I can't live in the dark 

Unaware of the light 

Always wondering why the story didn't make sense 

Sensing the inconsistencies in my mind 

Knowing that I'm being deceived 

 

By a fallacy that is wasting my precious time 

So tell me the truth 

I triple dog dare you to be honest 

Be the opposite of mainstream news 

And tell me the unpopular reality 

Give me the meat with the bones 

Leave no stone unturned in it's deliverance 

Either way it goes down like bitter medicine 

The hardest part is admitting to it's sour taste

Accepting it comes with time 

But even if it desolates 

The life I believed to be fine 

I would like to hear it, 

All the same  

Because you can't have the sunshine 

Without a little rain 

 Love always, Esha