This is an inspirational blog that utilizes the medium of poetry and creative writing to tell stories.
I see it
In the curve of your eyes
A longing for a touch
Just the breath
The presence of God's love
It ushers you
To unknown paths
In search of a blessing
That no one can grab
It must be given, relinquished, bestowed
On willing, humble hands
Love always, Esha
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Speak life
Anger won't fix it
Pain will subside
But don't dwell in it
Be present in the joy of a new sunrise
Rejoice everyday that you're alive
Take to the highway
Watch the birds soar by
You are at the beginning
Of wonder and change
Machine
The machine says:
Don’t compute
Insert data
Running numbers
Synthesize
Cold to the touch
Metal core
Wires and cords
No spirit
Calculate
Load…
No emotion
Void soul
Work is made easy
Easy is made hard
No tellers at the register
Orders filled online
Digital realities
Electronic lies
Job once filled by humans
Computerized
Adding and subtracting has declined
We lack the patience
We ignore the delicacy of time
Rushing to oblivion ignoring the beauty of small talk
Forgetting the interconnected moments
That unite us all
Conversing with bankers
Shopping at the mall
Don’t compute
Insert data
Run the numbers
Synthesize
It's the technological age they say
This is evolution
Advancements is the solution
Have a life made of luxury
Love always, Esha
Check out my Podcast:
Hope Speaks Episode 11: Hope and Indifference
I read poetry throughout the segment. I also address the Johnny Depp and Amber Heard trial while talking about the problem with toxic relationships.
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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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| Image by Catherine Stockinger from Pixabay |
Open hearts await for your call
Horns sounds at the mention of your name
Sadness fades at the acknowledgment of your greatness
Old news has been placed on the back porch
Shrubbery can never replace the burning bush from which you spoke
Silent minds lay ready and eager for thoughts capable of filling them
Sheep graze in the pasture waiting for a shepherd to lead them
Even when one has gone astray, He chases after it
So we await the voice of the loving redeemer
We pray for blessings curious eyes have yet to see
A brighter tomorrow gilded by the triumphant sound of victory
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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
