This is an inspirational blog that utilizes the medium of poetry and creative writing to tell stories.
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My Father wasn’t a warrior in a typical sense. But he was a fighter to me. When a good man takes a stand even if it’s just for a second the world stands still. The tide shifts, the bedrock shakes and a new day full of blue skies and opportunity begins. When more people feel empowered to do what’s right. Not what’s convenient, not what’s easy, not what’s acceptable but what’s morally right… We will see a world where wisdom is valued.
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
I'm just gonna get it off my chest... My grandmother died last week. This is the third death I experienced in 10 months. First, my Father then my Auntie now this. So I stopped writing for a little over a week. I needed time to think. I needed time to take it all in. Ultimately, this grief has given me a new lease on life. But I needed to focus on something bigger than me and my worries and finally I found the spark to keep going. It's all my readers, God and laughter.
I want to thank you all for supporting my dream and reading my work. You make this all worth it for me and I am eternally grateful. The craziness of unplanned shock melts into the scenery. Like warm chocolate easing into a cup of milk that turns sweet and brown whenever you click like on a post or follow my blog. You're the best.
There are times when I come close to forgetting why I started this blog in the first place. I began this journey because I wanted an outlet to express myself. And most importantly, I wanted to encourage all those who frequented this website. Underneath every rock is a whole new world. As a child, I used to lift up rocks. I was always shocked to discover that worms, snails, ants, moss and other insects resided in the cool weight of their heavy gray bodies.
How could anything thrive under a rock I would think? Many of us have spent our lives carrying around boulders but instead of being crushed by them we learned how to survive. And in that vein I intend to find a way out from under the monolith of mourning. As I do so, I would like to inspire you all to pound your slab of rock into gravel so you won't have to live underneath it anymore.
Love always, Esha <3
Ball up your fist and punch. You anticipated the arrival of this moment all your life. To fight for what you believe in. To stand on the battlefield of dreams. To shed sweat, blood and tears on the ground that will determine the outcome of future generations that have yet to set eyes on the world as we know it. So give it all you got. The struggle is spiritual but the aftermath is impossible to quantify.
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
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The world is every turning. Society moves and sways with the tides and rises with the waves. But it never thinks of the soul. The things that fall outside of it's influence. The pressure that makes young hearts grow old. But those who know don't speak and those that don't know are quick to respond. Making up policies that fail to help the community. Ignoring the necessities of those who are in pain. Calling the wise crazy and driving those who follow along insane. All the while, the world is steady turning on an axis fit to bend. Those who can't make it work break. While those who find a way are able to survive. Sometimes it takes knowledge to keep your faith alive. Knowing that the power doesn't come from the world. It comes from the Spirit within. Because the battle isn't won until the outcome is revealed at the end. So keep pressing on. Only the foolish relay on the strength of those who appear strong. That's why I'm never afraid to walk alone.
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
The food lives not
It was cut from the root
Drained of it substance
It breathes no longer
Seeking sunlight no more
It’s days of grazing ran short
It’s freedom to roam cut off
While the world turned
The breeze blew
Days went on
While life was taken to sustain another’s…
The calf grew strong
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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How many of you have played with a slinky? Whether it's a rainbow colored one or a solid color. We are amazed by the beauty of it when it stretches. When it bends down the stairs. Only to watch it shrink and return to it's original size.
That's the nature of the slinky to be more than what it appears. To go further than the inexperienced eye assumes it can go. I believe that is the nature of the human spirit when touched by the hand of God. We can surpass the limitations of the world. We can expand beyond what we ever knew we were capable of as a result of living in our true purpose.
But are we willing to be uncomfortable in order to grow? In order to persevere. Or do we fear the thought of breaking if we are stretched to far? I am here to tell you that you were not made to break. God will keep you as you work toward his purpose and design for your life.
I can speak from experience and say that God has placed things in my heart that I was scared to pursue. But now I am casting that spirit of fear down. Because it can only hinder my future and offset God's plan. It is written in Psalm 34:4, I sought the Lord, and He heard me, and delivered me from all my fears. Sometimes, it's easy to fear the unknown than to walk the path that we are called to take. But we must stand in our convictions and allow faith to push out the anxiety.
In truth, I question if I am making this post for you or if it's actually to encourage me. But it's my hope that Christ will bless all those who have endured these feelings. Because we believe that fear is necessary for our survival. But really it is an agent of disaster sent to strip us of the promise and gift of living a full and meaningful life.
I hope that this post is able to give insight and hope in a time of unexpected changes and challenges.
Love always, Esha
Real OnesI gotta give a shout-out to the real ones
That still believe
Despite the trauma that the world brings
You still search for better things
No longer clinging to the hopes of breaking their ceiling
That had you reeling
The injustice of a system that does not care about you
Or your feelings
Has failed to stop your climb
You are a lion inside
Devoid of the ignorance
That makes a wise man blind
Thanks for reading!
Sincerely, Esha
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