Category: Faith

Wednesday Proverb; Believe!

Believing you can soar, not relying on just wings, but trusting in the faith. Believing, doesn’t look to be convinced, looks within itself to be persuaded, by the indwelling confidence. The meaning of true love, found within the evidence of its intrinsic breadth. Leaning on its everlasting arms, letting the embrace take your soul to its highest plain. It first starts inside, within the belief you can. Heart and soul with a plan, wings with an elevated span, takes your beliefs to it. The place where the soul knows, if the heart believes it, your hopes will do it, soar higher. Metaphorically, beliefs reaching the proverbial sky. No limitations, there’s absolutely nothing to it. Spreading your wings the soul sees, how far dreams take the heart. A soul on the verge, doesn’t wait on settled nerves, but the heart’s inkling, the mind’s epiphany; the manifestation. Believing, happens not by chance, but the intentional choice. Thinking it likely, predicated on the heart knowing, it’s inevitability. I know, believing sometimes seems so attainable, but yet at times so far. When, weakness tries to get the best of you? Meekness will, find a way. Belief won’t change, if hope doesn’t get distracted, when faith doesn’t get discouraged. The soul, needs love to breathe, the spirit wings to soar. The question is, does your heart, believe?

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Wednesday Proverb; Heart to Heart!

If, love doesn’t speak deeply, there’s no heart to heart connection. If, love doesn’t first change you profoundly, how could it impact someone else’s heart, and soul? Earnestly the soul feels, intuitively the heart knows. Love withheld, deprives the soul of the oxygen needed, to let the love breathe. Heart to heart moments, how love converses with the soul richly. Through the eyes of love, the heart comprehends what words could never convey. Sitting at the foot of love, the soul leans in to be, captivated by love’s poetic muse. Within every gaze, the heart glimpses the breadth love exudes. With every heart to heart encounter, your soul would never question the heart; were you illuminated? If love wasn’t relevant, intimacy would never be evident. The soul enlightened, love bares witness, revealing the heart’s posture. If love isn’t moving, it could never sway. If the presence doesn’t linger, the fragrance was never its proverbial aroma. For love to have an effect, the heart has to be receptive, to allow the soul to be reflective. If love doesn’t feel comforting, its warmth could never be felt. Heart to heart, how in its truest form, love makes known, the depth of its divine nature!

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Wednesday Proverb; Spilled Love!

My heart is full, my soul can’t keep it contained, my cup overflows. When I open up my heart, whenever I tip my hat, love spills from the depth of my soul. When, my forever said I do, love spilled from within deep affection. When my heart, grieved the loss of a child, love made the tears spill, watering the ground where her love lays. As a child, my grandma instilled endearing love in my consciousness; if ever someone rejects your love, don’t let my heart, cry over spilled milk. Que sera, sera; whatever will be, will be. Don’t catch yourself, grasping after careless whispers. Real love speaks boldly, with colorful expressions. Whenever my words spill, the welled up love within, escapes my deepest place. Splashes of love’s hue, the ink tells the story, where the love comes from? Meaningless, love should never fall hollow, words should never be empty. My soul, has been within love’s ocean, and it makes my heart full. Spilling the content of your love, how the texture is made known. Whenever love leans in, with every tilt of your soul, love’s essence leaks from within. Overflow, for the love to pour endlessly, heart and soul has to be willing, to let it intentionally spill. A heart, should never cry over spilled love. That’s how, our humanity is beautified. Poetically, lyrically, rhythmically, deeply, breathlessly; love seeping through crevices of your soul!

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Wednesday Proverb; Love’s Anthem!

Oh, hearts, can your love see, does thy light dawn, how true does its brightness shine? Does even a faint flicker, glow radiantly? Is it a candle, a lantern in the night, illuminating the heart, enlightening the soul? Hope is never silent, it’s a reflection, waiting patiently for its moment, to beam love’s crimson hue, within its benevolent light. In breathless syllables, love profoundly speaks. In its quietness, within its quintessence, love’s essence hail’s the soul; being one in heart and mind. Raising love’s voice, amplifies its loving anthem. Its symphonic sound, its melodic tone, its harmonic rhythm. Within glowing hearts, with an uplifting soul, love’s anthem prevails, resounding strong and free. Hearts, that wade through love’s deep water, knows the anthem within its sea, lives in the depth of its ocean. Love stands on guard, keenly waiting to give hearts, the strength to fight the good fight. Let, love’s Anthem forever be, a song of praise. Its proverbial chorus, echoed again and again!

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Wednesday Proverb; Let it Be!

Are you walking through this world, and it barely feels like living? Trying to live, but breathing doesn’t always seem so easy? Perhaps, letting the past be, the past, the here be the now. The heart, learns to trust… the process, the soul, understands how to be. Sometimes, we look through our hopes, but see our dreams are tired of dreaming. Don’t let it be, a heart discouraged, instead, let it go; doubts and fears, to let hope soar. Some days, new heights will surely reach, to heart and soul. When, we don’t let careless smiles, become a callused heart. Trying to let it be, what you let your heart believe, will become what will truly matter. Learning how to see yourself, the way love sees you. How you will discover, you’re always enough. A flower, doesn’t bloom in every season, but we let it be. Until the moment comes, to watch how it thrives, in time. Loving, who you are in this moment, lets the soul be at peace, with whom you need to be, tomorrow. Love, doesn’t intervene to overwhelm with its truth, just be a beautiful display, of its endearing worth. Even, tears flowing in quiet streams, the heart, letting it be, it can become a tranquil river, soothing the soul. The best laid plans, needs faith to let it become, time to let it be. The days of our lives become, moments passing within our hearts, the soul slipping between the sands of time. Whenever, the weight of life gets too heavy, burdens get hard to bear? To find your equilibrium, we have to; let it go, lay it down, let it be!

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Wednesday Proverb; Abandoned Thoughts!

I can’t, leave that rhetorical phrase, at the side of the proverbial road. The journey your heart’s on, doesn’t need that kind of loaded baggage. When, every other thought has a subtle chuckle, joy gives the heart permission to chuck negative beliefs, out the window of the soul. Systematic chains, keeps the heart in bondage, abandons your worth in a deprived, reality. Feeling not good enough, abandon those kinds of flawed thinking, ditched them in the deepest crevices of your peripheral. And when, your mind’s racing, trying to be there to pick up pieces of your heart; gather your thoughts, be still and know, deep love builds up a broken heart. And if, you ever feel not worthy of love, renounce that thought, burn it up in love’s eternal flame. Let your soul, listen to every heartbeat, the breadth that it holds, makes the love within your story, not yet told. Deserted thoughts, with no return address, will never find its way back to the heart. Insecure thoughts left stranded, in your lowest valley. Will never fathom the moment, your soul has reached the pinnacle. The place where your heart’s journey, finds how abandoning misleading thoughts, lets the soul discover, love’s wholistic essence!

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Wednesday Proverb; Love’s Reach!

When, love’s essence crawls into the bed of life, it kicks off the cover of darkness, to reveal its benevolent presence. Doesn’t need to reach to be anything, but be love’s proverbial existence. In the midst of the heart’s darkest night, love doesn’t preach, comforting words will always reach, teach with love’s sublime excellence. Giving, hearts the courage to reach across anxiety, and turn off the bedside illumination. Allowing the soul to find rest, within the moonlight of love. Love’s breathtaking dawn, drips the dew of love gently; letting the moistness release love’s reign. The breadth, stretches the heart, equips the soul. When indifference closes doors, love reaches for the curtain, exposing what the heart needs to unveil, the windowed soul. Love is, an extension of the heart, words remissed if not to mention; love’s undeniable reach. When it doesn’t preach, but loving teach, its kindness has a profound reach. True love, doesn’t need to stand tiptoed, to grasp what seems out of reach. Love, reaches to extend, persuades to attain. Whenever, your relevance seems anxious, stretch your faith, hold out your hope, embrace your worth. Deep love teaches, real love reaches. My words, are not here to preach, my love all about the reach, and together, our humanity will teach. Nothing, has a more meaningful existence than, love’s reach!

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Wednesday Proverb; What If?

What if, we could be truly honest, let our love resound true? What if, we stopped holding our breath, would our soul be then able to exhale… the breadth of love? What if, kindness became more than a random act, would actions and words speak equally? What if, we truly respected boundaries, would our love be more open, our heart not built so many walls? What if, unconditional love these days, didn’t come with so many conditions; whether, wouldn’t always seem clouded? What if, sharing wasn’t bittersweet, would love be so sweet, words could never leave a proverbial bitter taste? What if, perceive didn’t deceive, would love’s truth be received wholeheartedly, despite differences? What if, the fabric of love was more than the feeling, the texture more profound than the perception? What if, love became more than a flickering light, but the lighthouse beaming, illuminating that deep love is an ocean; that doesn’t change with the tide, but helps hearts find its way, even in the darkest times? What if, love was what it was meant to be; the substantive story, not a subjective tale? Words would refrain, the heart would restrain, harmony would sustain, love would deeply reign; humanity would attain… What, not If, love’s harmonious expression!

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