* This piece was inspired, written for you. For All those who inspire, but also need to be encouraged. You will find written throughout, words that you have used to inspire others. Safe a copy. May you all be blessed, be safe; be at rest, in a time…. such as this!
There’s a place, a stream filled… with so much love. There’s a river, the love flows deep and wide. Deeper than an ocean, with a love so pure. Come with your heart wide open, the depth for you to find. A place where, your soul can have an endless fill; from a love so deeply felt. There’s a place, where love is the everlasting overflow. A place where true hope is found, and faith gets restored. The love comes in like a flood; to soothe your fears, and overwhelm the heart… with love. Doubts are washed away, but the heart forever swept away. A love that will test the heart, but faithful the love will be. A love on a hill, climb to the top. Half way up, still half way down. Believe you can, trust you will; encounter breathless!
In this place, the love, the light; will forever shine. In this place, there’s no shadows. Nothing can outshine, nothing will compare. This love will never be eclipsed, by what you believe to be; the darkest days. The love will shine on you, in you, for you; forever through you. In this place, sickness truly powerless; for a love beyond powerful. When the moment, is called a heart broken. In this place, a heart knowing the true power of this love. Will see the true beauty within, fix what may seem to you as shattered. A place, where love knows your name, show a heart forever cherished. A place, where a heart can find real love, abundant joy; true peace. To become a soul on fire, a heart burning up what tries to get a stronghold. When the love, is truly the flame upon your heart. Surrender the heart, become a soul surrendered to the love. A life living free, in the forever reign. So, where can you find this place; At the Cross!
“Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors and gain an overwhelming victory through Him who loved us [so much that He died for us]. For I am convinced [and continue to be convinced—beyond any doubt] that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present and threatening, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the [unlimited] love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 8:37-39 AMP
I didn’t realize, that your heart wasn’t tightly; pressed up against my soul. I vowed, to keep it close. Never let your love not be, what forever moves my heart. You must surely know, and completely understand; I was busy, “trying to keep up with the Jones.” You see, it’s really not my fault; even though you had to watch from a distance, our hearts drifting apart. Okay, it absolutely was, me, myself, I… did leave you waiting. Looking, longing, wanting; to be closer. We were already close, and I knew your love was there, hovering; trying to get my attention. I didn’t notice, the distance between my every breath… a chasm. Hello, how truly profound… ly insensitive. How could I have not noticed; my heart on its own life support? The breadth of your love, so few and far between. A soul gasping, fluttering; for the love. That became my every breath, and water for my soul!
A heart disconnected, the soul needing to be reconnected. To the power source, where I find so much strength; through an undying love. My soul wasn’t feeling your heart beat, within my soul as it once did. Just a heart, feeling beaten. I try to listen, but I didn’t hear your voice. The small, the quiet whisper. My soul needed to be still, but my heart was speaking; when it should have been listening. I was looking for love, but there was this one tree; in the wilderness of my soul. Even though my soul, could recognize your voice from all the rest. So many voices surrounded my heart, crowding your heartbeat. Oh me, oh my heart; cry out… louder. Oh heart, stop; listen intensely. But at last, my soul went quiet; retreated back into the silent river. “Que Sera, Sera; what will be, will be.” A heart overwhelmed, a soul wondering; would ever be again?
A heart that ended up, wandering down memory lane. A soul now on a journey, through the heart of the lily of the valley. Showing the wonderful moments shared, and how the love was forever the guiding light. A heart, the soul, a want, the need; your love, the song… in the dark. The lonely river, slowly became the unfamiliar place. Over the years, my heart had spent so much time; living in an ocean of love. Deeply was the water, the love so refreshing, and each wave of deep eMotion. A heart knowing, such a gentle stream of love. A love running forever down, into depth of soul. The rain fell, the pouring out; into the everlasting reign. What was my soul to do, but let it be… dear, Lord. Let it be, back to the drawing. No dragging, no kicking; just a heart screaming, broken. It was the move, closer… than ever. A move to find, stepping out to be found; profoundly moved, in heart and soul!
A heart no longer adrift, in my silent river. A heart now back on the path, a soul no longer feeling so broken. A heart, realizing; a mistaken identity, will never change God’s love. When I thought, just give up… the faith; “His love said never, I will give up… your heart.” Patiently You waited, but the distance between widening; then your relentless pursuit. Why now, the love so much deeper. I see the love, through the lens of your heart; not just a one sided viewpoint. A renewed perspective, your love being the true vantage point. Never again will I allow, even a degree of separation; keep me from pursuing your heart. Forgive me, when I feel I’m making your heart seem unloved. To know the true depth of your love, in me; and my heart’s true worth, to You? It will be the forever seek after. The run down, the endless chase; and be a man after… your heart. I will always move to you, my soul will only stop at the moment. When You have my every breath, and my soul close enough to know; your love has stopped moving. My heart has become so relentless; trying to get Closer, to Your heart!
– I wrote this about six years ago, when my heart reflected on a moment lived a few years before. May it be an encouragement for your heart, to know it doesn’t matter what you’re going through. God’s love will never leave you where you are, but relentlessly pursue the heart, of those who truly want to know His heart!
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A shifting, into a lower position. The gear down, the unwind; the recline, into a restful state… of mind. I’m not talking about the psychological, but there’s an element of the cognitive. The thought process, the decision making; the accessing of the frontal lobe. In everything, there has to be a balanced approach. Recline, but don’t let that define… the moment. A full tilt, should never be a slanted perspective. Sometimes you’re up, some days you’re down. In the words of a poetic British terminology; the day is afoot… a hand, a head, the heart and soul. Zero to sixty, the down shift; sixty to Zero. The lay… all the way back, to get some Z’s.
But that was then, there was a move… to our new home. The lazy boy, passed on…to our son. It wasn’t an inheritance, a relocation… to his man cave. Free of charge, it must be love… for the boy. Yes, it was a listen; to the woman… of the house. My wife, my candy girl, milady; his mother. The lazy boy, wasn’t part of the new living room decor. Instead, we… decided to purchase new seating apparatuses; some people call it… a sofa. I wouldn’t describe it, as the Love… for it Seat. Just something likened to, the lazier part of the spectrum. I don’t mind a change… of position, just the comfortability factor. The new resting device, being the bit overpriced scenario. But let’s table that, this is about chairing… the discussion. The repositioning, a love for. The readjusting, where I believe… the pillow should go. Behind neck, back? Under the boardwalk, down by the sea; on a blanket with my baby…
This is not a knock, on the would… I hesitate; to do what best for my family. It’s about what’s the frame, what’s the reference; the picture you choose to see. The emptiness in a glass, or the fullness… through a different lens? What should be, at the forefront of the heart; “a soul in right standing?” So many believe, it’s about relaxing; but it’s about being content, in whatever place you find your heart. Somethings, you’re bound to outgrow. Recline, but don’t decline; being forever at rest. Love, meant to be a forever experience. Not a version, that needs endless adjustments. Trying to make only one side, feel a little more comfortable. If the love is on the decline, take a moment… to redefine, and readjust. Someday, it’s the Lazy boy; but every day, should never be… a Lazy Love!
Yah, yah; Wah gwaan? Big up (respect), to all of the massive. All the black people, spread out… all over the world. The African people, all fi mi (my) Caribbean bredren, and sistren (brother and sister). Straight from the heart, much love, much respect. Jump up and wave… yuh (your) hand. Bless the One, from whom all blessings flow. Be proud of yuh (your) culture, be proud of yuh (your) heritage. Make fi yuh (your) love sweet, love sweet like sugga. Let love tek ova (take over), move eena yuh (in your) heart. Don’t worry with the fussing, and the fighting. Don’t get involved with the mix up, mix up (other people’s business). Yah mon, yuh (you) done know. One Love, One heart. Let fi yuh (your) light shine, let yuh (your) heart lose interest; for everything fleshly. All of my black bredrens, love and kiss up, pan fi yuh (on your) little island girl. Love her, with all of fi yuh (your) heart! Zeen, bless up!
Black History month, was first a American tradition; started in 1926. Now it’s recognized, by a number of countries. It’s also a part of my heritage, being originally from the Caribbean. I wanted to give tribute, to all the people. Who have made a contribution, to black history. Even though I speak with the English tongue. I do know, and understand the Jamaican patwa (dialect). I thought I would introduce it into the post, as a tribute to the culture. I hope you enjoyed it, and maybe learned something for your repertoire!