A Lie

Don’t be mad at poor responses to honest sentiments. Some people can’t handle the truth because they spent their whole life living a lie.

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 

A Friend

                                         You can listen to this poem on Hope Speaks Episode 14

                        

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The road is long

The battle is arduous

But despite the journey that lies ahead of us

We all need a real friend

Someone that cares

Wipes away tears

And covers our fears with laughter

We all need someone worthwhile to talk too

And for me

That person is

And has always been you

Love always, Esha

Thoughts: Does Age Matter?

Gray hair matters not. The silver strands leave salt and pepper across a head that once touted black and brown youth. Nevertheless, wisdom is not determined by age. It is found in the knowledge that someone gained through trial and tribulation released by the hand of God. But the outer appearance does little to determine the insight of the individual. Much like wrinkles, gray hair adds character to the physic of the person but does little for the soul if no lessons are learned from the life lived. 

Love always, Esha 

A Message for the Misunderstood Entrepreneur

Don't worry about the plans that fell through. Better things lie ahead of you. The ants don't worry about approaching boots on the ground. They keep working. Carrying crumbs twenty times their weight. Securing the hill they must maintain. Much like the small yet determined ants you must keep going. The closed doors stop short of rejection. They are a turning point in a long journey that you started with little help from friends and lots of prayer. Never feel that your efforts and your struggle is in vain. 

Check out Hope Speaks Episode 13

Love always, Esha 

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