Month: March 2024

In Grace Alone!

Is there a love more meaningful, is there a word more beautiful; than Grace? As you can surely see, the struggle’s not finding words, but in how my heart articulates, clearly defines; Grace’s profound love. Putting it into words, what my heart tries to do, but yet the love indescribable. Grace’s love, deeper than an ocean, higher than the highest mountain. The breadth of it, beyond the widest comprehension. Though, the love unfathomable, unexplainable; the depth I have explored, Grace is attainable. Ask, seek, knock; the door, an open heart. My Grace’s hand, has me by the heart, the love taking my breath. Tell me, how can I, put it all in words? In Grace alone, my hope is found. My cornerstone, my firm foundation, light in darkness, my strength, song in the night; amazing Grace. When, pen encounters the fiercest drought, like a raging storm, my soul pours. My mind doesn’t think, it’s my heart that bleeds, love’s transparent ink. My soul, soars the heights of love, knows peace like a river, drowns my fear therein. Grace, gives me faith to stand, my soul strength to withstand, an outpouring of my wayward tears. My heart of hearts, rest within the Grace I have; my gift of love. From life’s first cry, to life’s final breath; in love alone, destiny meets me there. So, no power of hell, any scheme of man; can ever pluck my soul, from Grace’s outstretched hand. For such a time as this, and as time goes by; I have realized. Grace is needed, more than yesterday, more than words can say. More than the air we breathed, more than the next heartbeat, more than anything. We, can’t turn back the hands of time, and even if drawn line in the sand. In Grace alone, what stems the tide, preserve our humanity!

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Love’s Enduring Balm!

Healing, within its endearing quality. Within its texture, the soothing nature within its essence. Within its fragrance, the aromatic balm within its captivating ambiance. Within its comfort, its restorative effect. The breadth, within its subtle allure, the penetrating depth, within its intrinsic substance. Its natural ease, solace for an anxious spirit. Its unyielding beauty, leaves you with its deep sense of knowing, you’ve felt its quintessence. Its heartfelt warmth, brushed against your soul; its balmy presence, more than skin deep. When, life rubs the wrong way, its medicinal qualities, found within its undeniable strength. Revealing its unyielding reassurance, what’s within; love’s enduring balm!

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Fun Friday; Jeep!

A brand new Jeep, the sticky price ain’t cheap. The salesman, waits in the shadows, the creep… upon you, trying to catch your heart off guard, with one intention. Get you to make the leap, dip deep into your pocket. He sees in your eyes, the love seeps, but the question is, does the beauty keep; wax on, wax off? And even though, you try to flip the script, give him the slip. The fast talker, well versed in the art of deal, or no deal; all your money to keep. Doesn’t care if you lose sleep, one eye open watching for the hand that reaps. Oh, man, the creep… ing, upon your brand new Jeep. So, before it gets that far, you look for the exit, but it’s in the distance. But the faster talker, not willing to walk a mile, the man with the plan. This is what you do; “just slip out the back, Jack. Make a new plan, Stan. Don’t need to be coy, Roy, just get yourself free. And hop on the bus, Gus. You don’t need to discuss much, just drop off the key, Lee, get yourself free. ” Then, warn all your peeps, to stay clear of the man. The fast talker, trying to get your arm, and heart twisted, into making the leap. Buy what the money in your pocket, may not be able to keep, the over priced; Jeep!

* May this humorous, but somewhat enlightening post be fun, but also spark a conversation, between heart and mind. Don’t let anyone, talk you into doing something, contrary to what you can live with!

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Wednesday Proverb; the Whether!

Love, like a river, flows endlessly, seeping from the depth of your soul, braving the whether, overflowing into forevermore. In love’s reign, a heart baring its soul, frolics breathlessly. Though, the whether soaks you to your core, the heart giggles like a child. The elements, never becoming a thought, it’s elementary; childlike faith, frolics unapologetically. The light of love, doesn’t play hide and seek, with its radiance. Its beauty, transcending the whether, casting no shadow within doubts. A lot of hearts, does things based on what becomes the whether. What drives you, what frees you, what moves you. Sometimes, predicated on the proverbial whether, feelings. But deep down, rhetorical within its contextual nature. For, when love compels, the whether therefore, becomes irrelevant. The choice between to be, or not to be. An unmuted soliloquy, an expression of the heart, love dispelling quivering thoughts. Whether, says there’s an alternative, but, how can love truly be love; when it asks of you, to be? The worst kind of whether, the ones that leave a chill in the air, no warmth within the heart and soul. Making the seasons become, more about the whether, love not being the reason!

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The Tell!

My words, have a tell, no need to read between the lines, meaningful words reveals itself, in transparent ink. My heart is the ink, giving words its meaning. My words pen black and white, my love telling, painted in vivid color. Some say, my words are out spoken, but what eyes fail to understand; my words would never have meaning, if my heart didn’t have a tell. Growing up, my heart and soul lived in introverted space. Within time and silence, between seen and not heard; living and being. Even then, living in plain sight, my heart had a tell, but drowned out by the silence. Those words are these, what I’m here telling. For too long, every heartbeat was content, living a silent life. Then one day, the silence within my heart was pierced, my words bled onto the canvas, unmistakable now the tell. Many think, it’s the eyes that sees telltale signs, but, how can you read a book, that knows how to hide its most significant verses of its tell, in introverted spaces? My tell is this, these words, my heart is telling. In every prose, underlined pages of my soul, emphasized words; my telltale witness. Life, gives every soul a story to tell, ever syllable its own tale, love getting the glory. My love is telling, and it leaves my heart, exposed!

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Song Inspired; Held!

Thirty years, too little, a child’s life ceasing to be. But yet, the love never ceasing, to be held dear. Sudden, could never take from me, the breadth my soul has come to know. In love’s providence, thirty years, could never be appalling; tomorrow’s not promised to behold. So, I put my gaze to the Son, let the benevolent light within, shine down its radiance all my days. My heart, doesn’t need to be rescued, grief has no power to overtake. When the cry becomes, “pass me not, gently save. Hear my humble cry, do not pass me by. ” Change is inevitable, and no heart escapes the moments, we let slip through our hands, cascade within the sands of time. Sometimes, life can seem unfair, but why hold your breath? Meditate on this, breathing isn’t just for living, but leaves you its assurance. Deep love, revives within the breath of life. What it is to be loved, this, what it means to be held, within love’s ensuring breadth. Even, in the moments when what was once held, becomes your heart swept away; embraced by what is, time and space!

This song inspired, Held, was released in 2005, by Natalie Grant. An American singer, and songwriter of contemporary Christian music.

It’s been a while, since I’ve done a song inspired. This one, is dedicated to my daughter. March 9th was her birthday, she would have been 34. March 9th was also my youngest son’s birthday, he turned thirty!

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Wednesday Proverb; Love Wide Open!

Beyond life’s frustrations, within confusing times, lies the nuances of love. Beyond the bliss, within the mist, moments in life come down to this, the width of your love. Does distance, overcome the miles? We distance ourselves, choose not to walk a mile… The mind races, the heart paces. The back and forth within our heart; to love, or not to love. A heart distracted, while the mind is still racing… to finish the thought, what the heart should be answering. Within the breadth, we discover the depth; how deep the love? When the heart is opened up, love will examine the soul. An open mind, not the same as an open heart. Thoughts are fickle, they come, they go. But good or bad, a made up heart, resolute in its conviction. Love more than a sentiment, becomes a statement. Seeing the evidence, makes the encounter, love not open to interpretation. Its clarity, reveals itself with no selfish gain. True love, willing to sacrifice, deeply giving of its self. The journey to find, freedom for our humanity to know, the beauty it holds. What heart would resist, knowing a love so beautiful? Love’s definition, meaningless if it doesn’t; define the heart and soul. “A heart is a house for love, and I’ve learned; that it doesn’t take much to build it up.” An open door, an open window… into. A love wide open, a heart exposed!

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The Power of Love!

It truly matters, your heart feeling at home, your soul resting deeply, empowered by the breadth that love offers. The world revolves, the day evolves, but does it all involve, living securely within the power of love? Young love is eager, young at heart has vigor, but does your love live wild, or free… with power to see. A distracted heart, doesn’t have the ability to reign in, wayward thoughts. Love gives the heart power, to be more than it was, better than it is. It doesn’t matter, how far down the road of life your heart gets. Stop, and realize this, love is the one thing, that gives your soul the freedom to be, free. It’s doesn’t matter, how difficult life’s journey gets. Love gives you its power, to enlighten your way, the ability to brighten your day. Love, isn’t always what you want, but yet everything you need, to succeed. Making it hard for your mind to not believe, your heart doesn’t have capacity to overcome, what seems impossible. Love power, makes the world revolve, the days evolve, keep the heart involved. To a way irrelevant thoughts, render negative influences powerless. The encounter, the soul giving its own account, the reign of love’s power. We’ve all felt it, been compelled, or propelled by it. No heart, can avoid it indefinitely, evade it forever. One thing, no one could ever deny, the power of love!

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Internationally, a Woman!

Her heart, her soul, not a mystery, internationally. Her fame, her name, within her essence; her motherhood, her sisterhood, her womanhood. Within, between, even among many, yet different; her individuality. Her heart hovers, her love mothers. Her personification, her representation. Her worth, her quintessence; her true beauty, internally. Hospitable her, giving you her soul. Life shapes, her love seeps, her heart bleeds. The breadth of her love, resounds profoundly, moves deeply. A man’s perspective, does nothing to elevate her position. Knowing a woman’s worth, will enlighten his perception… of love. Her heart feels, her love breathes, her resilience glows. In her words, her tenderness. In her tenderness, her love. Within her love, her heart. Within her heart, her strength. In her strength, her courage. Within her courage, her power. In her power, her resolve; love without strings. Her heart seeks, her soul speaks; her poetry in motion. Every day, she rises to the challenge, give the best of her love, intentionally!

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Within the Hourglass!

Minutes, through the glass of life’s fragile moments, turn into hours; the days of our lives. Moments in time, reciprocated, yields to us its fruits, love’s benevolent moments. The breath of life, moving between the breadth of every heartbeat. Why, would a wise soul counter, living in a time such as this. Where heartfelt encounter, time tugging on every heartstring. Love becoming, better than it was, more than it is. Who we are now, if not what it needs to be, change. Times change, the hands of time persist, no heart has the power to resist, we evolve within the midst. Time doesn’t toil, doesn’t spin needlessly; it’s intentional. Second chance, counterintuitive, to make a first impression. Time, doesn’t rely on second hand; information is key, knowledge isn’t free. Blood, sweat, tears; hard work and dedication, times three. Instrumental, to keep ahead you will surely see. Without fail, every hourglass tells the same tale. The measure of a heart, the texture of what lies within. Every notable slim perspective, loses its quintessence, when sifted through narrowed perception. Fixed periods in time, defined by its ability to produce, change. No need, to watch the sand slip through the hourglass. Profound change, occurs moment by moment, one day at a time. Seconds, become minutes, turning into hours; time. Love’s significance, sufficient grains of time, we son’t allow to wastefully cascade, through the hourglass!

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