This is an inspirational blog that utilizes the medium of poetry and creative writing to tell stories.
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Outside
don't want to be outside in the winter time
The roof is solid
The heated water is on
The walls know many secrets
But tell no tales
The frost is ice cold
The chill is beautiful
As it changes the warm air to fog
Still I stoke the fire by throwing logs
By Esha
Move past the competition with ease and grace
There are no competitors in a one man race
There is no fear here
Your presence can not be replaced
Because you were put in place by God
Think it not strange
Though some may see it as odd
You were choose for a reason to walk a path
That many can not follow
Some follow ambitions that are vain and hollow
But your faith will persevere
Let Christ be the light to your footsteps
Hold your head high
You will dance on water
You will walk on baby blue sky
Love always, Esha <3
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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
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In the course of life, you interact with people. Hold hands, join in laughter, cry together in moments of pain. Some connections last forever, others are reduced to a brief yet memorable moment in time. Yet some individuals are utterly forgotten like copper pennies rusting at the bottom of the sea. The blue salty water floats over their memory. But the truth remains the same. So you go through life with a vague, distant memory of a familiar face you once knew.
Love always, Esha
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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
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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
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The water is of a bitter sort. It leaves no room for moist dessert. It is the bottom of a never ending well. One way leads to the glory of heaven another to the bowels of hell. The heart tells the condition of a man's soul. And it's edge is an ever winding road.
Love always, Esha
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Destroy the shackles of bondage they aren't strong enough to hold you. Break the yokes of iniquity through the living word of God. Let the chains fall off like water rolling off a duck's back.
Love always, Esha
Let your love be full and rich like water swelling in a babbling brook... so that I may swim as well.
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
