God: A True Friend

 

When my Dad died and my boyfriend turned into a nightmare on squeaky wheels. God held my hand and gathered together the pieces of my broken heart and for that I am forever grateful. Because my life has been one train wreck after another. But now I don’t feel so alone anymore. I have a heavenly Father with cattle on a thousand hills and the things I am unable to do my God will. I gotta be honest. I gotta keep it real. Sometimes, it gets cold out here….

Photo by Jessica Lewis Creative 

Way Maker

You make the dream worthwhile. Creating and reinventing prayers that your love brought back in-style. By answering my desperate cries for help and letting me know that I’m not in the struggle by myself. You are the savior that the comics ignored. You are the way maker that the outcast adore. You are bigger than the gold that coats hardened hearts. You break the yoke of iniquity and set the captives free. And in my hour of need you comforted me. For that and so much more you are a true friend indeed.

Love always, Esha

Chains

 

Photo by Miguel u00c1. Padriu00f1u00e1n 

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 

Open Sky

Photo by Esha Montgomery 

 


Tell me the truth. So that I may taste it's fruit with lips birthed of flesh but full of promise. Let words of living water flow from a well that never runs dry. It is limitless like the open sky. 



Love, Esha 

Calf

 

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

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 

The Mission of Writers

Pic by SamuelFrancisJohnson

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 

He Paid My Bail

Pic by Ichigo121212

I have a past, but I have a future as well. I'm moving towards the glory of heaven but I have been through hell. But God loves me and delivered me from my cell. I was held up, bound in my own personal jail. Created by sin and iniquity which left marks on my knees when I fell. But I worship the almighty because He paid my bail. 

Love always, Esha