This is an inspirational blog that utilizes the medium of poetry and creative writing to tell stories.
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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
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We're just now seeing the ball of glowing fire
The red light is bright but nothing like fluorescence.
It stings the eyes, it lights up the world,
It electrifies the soul, it burns out of control.
The shinning rays touching cold skin gives the weary
A renewed reason to hope.
And that’s why we stand at the cusp of a new day.
Love always, Esha
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Time isn't afforded to us. It is a privilege to those willing to take it no matter the cost they pay. But I find my mind wandering and searching through vague thoughts that send radiating sadness down my spine. Looking at puddles of dirty water that still reflects me. Hardly a day goes by that I don't think about my former life. The good, bad and ugly memories spin and release film that sours my stomach yet brings joyful yet bitter tears to heavy lids. I will ring the bell of triumph and joy when freedom rings. These days I see much sun but the rays have failed to reach my heart. It beats for moments and times that are long gone. How do I fly above the circumstances that have grounded me? The peace that once comforted my soul has dwindled to a small glowing ember. I hold onto its warmth with both hands. My palms may burn but I grip it still. Praying the meager fire will grow and expand once again. In the depth of my despair, I pray that Jesus hears me. He is my comforter, protector and greatest friend. Time has never changed his love. His kind gestures remain the same. I will run towards the only salvation I know. This life is short but the struggle never gets old. Let my cries reach his open ears. Let my tears be wiped by his skilled hands. Let my hardened heart unfold and blossom like roses in the springtime. May each petal shine with the dew drops of sparkling hope renewed.
Love always, Esha
Warning: These are my thoughts and feelings about my journey thus far.
As of late, I have endured one difficult situation after another. But one thought always creeps into my mind at moments like this... I remember that God will never give me more than I can bear and I know that He has made me to be a conqueror. So no matter what I face, I know that Jesus is mighty in battle therefore I already won.
For decades, I was under the belief that God forgot about me. That somehow the hard times were meant to return me into the dust from which I came. But it never occurred to me that the very things that I thought would kill me were only meant to smooth out my rough edges. There are areas in my soul that God wanted to take a sledgehammer to so that I could be used for His glory.
While I am in the middle of being formed into someone I couldn't become on my own I realize that... all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are called according to his purpose (Romans 8:28). Because I am stubborn but the changes that are happening in me are out of necessity. And I have to be okay with knowing that one day this will all make sense when I look over the totality of my life.
The hardest part about believing in God is trusting in Him completely. Yesterday, I felt like the world was out of whack. I looked in the mirror and questioned, how I could live a life that lacked stability? I wondered if I could survive without the presence of my wonderful Father and his witty yet crude remarks? Who am I without my Dad's 6 foot shadow towering over me and restricting my outlandish nature?
Relying on the unchanging hand God without the comfort of a patriarch to guide me is hard. Even though I see myself as an outspoken woman the truth is... I always had a strong male role model in my life. So I trusted in his judgement more than I should have at times. I ran to him for advice like a child running to an arcade game. Now I have no choice but to let go and let God.
My heavenly Father will have to replace the one I lost on earth. But life has taught me that there is no friend that can compare to Jesus. He died for me while I was in sin so I will live for Him. Despite the challenges, I encounter, my heart will endure as a result of my faith. In time, all the things that once made me cry will make me smile. And my crazy life story will become a testimony that encourages all those who wait for the break of a new dawn to rise in their bleak sky. Hopefully, I will lead people to remember that all children of God were made to shine.
Love always, Esha <3
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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
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The warmth generated by the candle sways with desire. It burns with intensity, wax melts under the strain of the fire's all consuming beauty. The wick is eaten by the flame of the present circumstance. But the memory of the smell will stick around forever. The hot intensity of a dream igniting is enough to wake any slumbering soul.
Love always, Esha <3
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The rocks will not cry out. But the rivers shall swell. Still the banks will rise. Yet the sun will shine. The mountain will remain ever high but the brave will climb. For the day will come when you will yell out for a thirst... that the body can not supply. And in place of lifeless stones your soul will cry.
Love always, Esha
The fire burns to light the dark corners of the world. To replace unbelief with power. To give birth to the truth of a sinner's prayer. Laying open the damage inside the human soul that many never saw was there. His hand is never changing. A love that overflows like running water. Turn the faucet to the max so it pours out. And thirsty hearts are able to bathe in the overflow of God. Drenched from head to toe in favor and mercy that goes beyond human comprehension. Vulnerable before the King who loved you no matter your condition. Because He cares just that much.
Love always, Esha
Listen to Hope Speaks Podcast Episode 10: Overflowing Love
Chip away at the block. Little by little. Day by day. It will take form. Becoming something different. Something new. Something that a transforming soul once knew. Before it was altered. Before faith and hope grew. And that is the nature of change.
Love always, Esha. <3
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The problem is bigger than Hollywood. This country condones violence. It was founded on violence. This is the same country that supported the Jerry Springer Show for over 20 seasons. It turns people into objects and objectifies the voiceless. People chase success and fame like a tree eager for sun rays. What kind of society supports the belittling of actors to get awarded for Oscars they earned? We build people up to tare them down never seeing the invisible strings pulling the puppets…
What kind of society ignores the abuse of it’s citizens for public consumption? The poor and disenfranchised are ignored by those who achieve accolades. The wealthy pursue the golden fleece at the cost of their soul. But they give us antics like this to focus on and we eat it up like government cheese. Don’t be a cog in the wheel, forever turning to another’s tune.
So who is at fault Will or Rock? These are rich men. For me it doesn’t matter, I have seen gentle souls get stumped in the concrete jungle for less… I know people who have gotten their faces sliced open by razor blades. During the end of the month, I have seen cops harass common folks just for driving down the street forced to meet quotas the department is fixated on.
I just hope western society gets it’s priorities together. Because time is short, the cost of rent, gas and food is rising but the day of reckoning is long. At some point, people will look at their lives and wonder where the time went. So don’t waste it keeping up with the celebrity news of the day. It’s all a distraction anyway. This is nothing compared to the problems this pandemic has incited. Stay focused on the things that matter.
Love always, Esha
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Rusty shackles clink. They stink of old iron overused. Leaving orangish hues on pale wrists that came into the world chain free. The world binds up the truth and locks it away. Anticipating that trapped souls never escape. But an eye with a singular purpose fills the body with light. Salvation is a narrow road but it’s worth the fight.
Love always, Esha
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Writing is a nasty business. One minute you're speaking with your whole heart. Baring the issues of your soul on a white paper that seems endless. The next minute your words dry up like a shallow puddle of water on a hot summer’s day. The words fade to black and the feeling of flowing letters pulsating through easy fingertips slips away.
We sit with open palms writing for the pleasure of the moment. Praying for the eyes of excited readers to scan the lines of tactful words. We are not titans. We are bearers of empty yet hopeful words, subjects added to verbs. Creating sentences you never thought of but every portion read touched a sensitive nerve.
We fly like oceans swiping over wet dreams. We move like clouds rolling too high. Fighting for an opening to a sentence. Working towards a period that never dies. People have limited lives but the feelings they provoke live on.
Count me among the nameless writers who gave up but kept on going. Never knowing if anyone would read. Because they couldn’t change the world. And the successful are defined by monetary greed But the starving artist is defined by need.
Love always, Esha
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Gloom is a shadow that thankful souls don’t need. Cast it aside like bad food. Don’t consume the sadness created by the few. Who seek ignorance and ignore the truth. Stand up against the rising feeling of anxiety. Do not eat of it’s fruit. It grows in the world like mold taking to old bread. Too far to be reversed to blackened to get ahead. Walk a different path instead. Go against the grain.
Love always, Esha
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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
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Don’t focus on the snares of the enemy. It just means your someone worth fighting. For every battle that’s won there is an opposing side. They attack with lethal precision. Hoping you fall to the waste side. Going after your character. Attempting to eat away at your insides.
Turning reality into fallacy for the purpose of twisted fantasy to create a monster out of you. That’s what haters do. They aim low and watch you sail high. As your swimming with the white doves. Their trying to touch the baby blue sky. But in order to reach you they have to elevate their mind. Pray and fast in overtime in search of the way. The love that was ignored in the past can be found today.
But warmongers get left behind. They are the residue of sadness that blessed souls left to move forward in time. Dust off your sandals and move. Your presence shouldn’t be wasted arguing with fools. But your enemies are people who pretended to be your friends. The truth starts when the fictitious rainbow ends.
Love always, Esha
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
