Inspirational: Small Flame

Image by Andreas Lischka from Pixabay 

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 

Eagle

Image by Torben Stroem from Pixabay 

Bright green grass bends with ease and grace  

Latching on to the qualms of the day 

Swaying with the embrace of the wind 

Cool desires drench happy blades with ease 

The brown, hard soil cracks underfoot 

Meanwhile, aged, off-white feathers grip the open air 

Catching the warmth of endless sunlight 

Boundaries of earth melt away here 

Let the blue sky spread out before you 

Scale the height of it 

Take in the baby blue majesty

Live in the moment 

Shape your body effortlessly to flow in it 

Feel the passive breath lifting you higher and higher 

Now is the beginning of a new tomorrow 

Live for today 

Plan for the future you are unable to see 

Be eager in flight 

Sailing and soaring to unseen destinations 

In territories that curious souls dare to know  

Faith will take you to places 

That fear never will 



Love always, Esha 

The Gift of Life

 

Is it my birthday? Because the gift of life awaits me every morning. I awaken to the smell of flowers blossoming. The sound of blue birds chirping and roosters making loud calls of cock-a-doodle-do. The branches of eager trees make creaking noises. The wind blows through my window like sunshine dancing on water. Grasshoppers leap through lime green, freshly mowed grass. And though the outcome of my day remains unknown, I think Jesus has blessed me with hope once again. 


Love always, Esha 

Carefully Made Home Part 2

 

Photo by Waylin 

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

Love's Veil

 

Love brings a light mist over a breathtaking daybreak. Let happiness cover blue skies like silk blowing in the summer wind. It's sturdy but the veil is thin. 

Love always, Esha 

Cautious

Be cautious, high voltage.

Maybe rude

Maybe kind

Snap off without notice

Then act like everything’s fine

Sincere eyes tucked behind a wise grin

Never know if you’ll see them again

They’re rare like hitting the lottery

Fickled like catching the wind

Stepping out every so often

To feel the sand in-between loose toes

To laugh at past mistakes

To blow kisses out the car window

But they disappear with the arrival of snow

When the birds return

Love blooms with the scents of spring

And their ambitions soar on feathered wings

But until then be cautious

Love always, Esha

Unseen Love

It matters not what direction the wind blows. I feel it still. I don't need to see it. It knocks me off stable soles. It brings a quake to uneasy knees. It is the sound of humming birds soaring against a lively breeze. I don't need to see it to believe. Love is the same as faith. It remains unseen.

Love always, Esha <3