Love Part 2

What can a warm hand do for a frozen heart?

It can’t make it pump blood

But maybe it can give it the courage to start…

Compassion lit a fire under icy sentiments

That grew rock solid with the arrival of spring

Who is us?

In the midst of disgust

Do we keep on believing

Does hurt only last for a season?

It is only temporary for a soul willing to heal

Why hold on to the pitfalls of yesterday?

If tomorrow arrivals still?

You are the perfect example of what happens

When determination meets will

Because a conflicted heart still has the ability to feel

If you allow it too

The old things will be replaced

And the broken thing will work as though it were new

You would be amazed by what love without apprehension can do

Love always, Esha

Podcast Segment & Poetry: Aren't Acquired Easily

Aren’t Acquired Easily

I waited for the break of aging time 

But wrinkles never formed on the hands 

And rust never touched the dial

Meanwhile, I moved eagerly to the sound of tic toc tic 

My arms stretched out like eagle wings ready to soar 

My feet stepped in sequence to the beat of unrealized dreams

Deadlines have evaded me 

Pit stops have kept me sidetracked too long  

I begged and pleaded for a moment 

That surpassed my meager understanding 

Patience is not on my side 

But I nurture it with hope birthed in the belly of the trenches 

Awaiting a season that beckons the seed 

That laid dormant in harsh winters 

And endured the bitter rain of a spring not quite broken 

That sat through the abundantly hot weather of summer 

Only to arrive at fall all over again 

Do not let the time of harvest past me 

Let my crops rise up strong from barren, decrepit soil 

The foundation is hard but my ground is solid 

The wind may blow but my bedrock will not giveaway 

The sound of steady brass ticking 

Fills my heart with anticipation 

Everyday is another chance to face my struggles and grow 

No amount of daylight savings can stop the progress I have made

I am claiming my tomorrow today

There is no biological clock bigger than my aspirations 

I will live with the sunshine on my face 

And the darkness on my back 

Standing in the truth that is awaiting those who smile in the midst of adversity 

Now and forever my heart will sing a new song 

I will sit near the edge of the dock awaiting the breath of daybreak 

Soon my seeds will blossom 

And I will dance upon the ease of their arrival 

Their leaves will open like unraveling scrolls of truth, 

Not yet realized 

But ready to exist in the cool breeze of Monday mornings 

Awaiting the warm feeling of resting dew drops 

Time has taught me patience 

Because the greatest things in this life 

Aren’t acquired easily

Love always, Esha

Check out my podcast Hope Speaks Episode 12

Short Thought: Breath of God

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 

The Joy of Change

Image by Jan Alexander from Pixabay 

 

Speak life 

Anger won't fix it 

Pain will subside 

But don't dwell in it 

Because peace lies on the other side 

Be present in the joy of a new sunrise 

Rejoice everyday that you're alive

Take to the highway 

Feel the breeze on your face 

Watch the birds soar by 

You are at the beginning 

Of wonder and change 

There is joy for those who refuse to stay the same 

Love always, Esha 

Machine

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.  

Burning Wick

Photo by George Becker on Pexels.com

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

Call of the Shepherd

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 

Fears are buried with the troubles of yesterday 

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 

Let the blazing sunshine of cool truth give answers to those who seek them 

Sheep graze in the pasture waiting for a shepherd to lead them 

Even when one has gone astray, He chases after it 

And rejoices when the lamb is found 

Ready and willing to provide nourishment and encouragement to the lost

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 

We will always hearken to the call of Jesus Christ

Love always, Esha