Category: Life

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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Stop. Listen!

Dearest, I hope this message finds you well? I don’t know to whom, or how far these words will reach, but it doesn’t matter, stop Whenever love speaks, letters form words, my heart becoming the ink, stop Every open heart, receiving this needs to grasp, love’s resilience obtained, forged by its benevolence, stop Its heartfelt expression, resides in its resounding confidence, stop The voice of love, sails breathless oceans, to impart its purpose, stop Within the depth of the sea, through the roaring of its waves, stop Upon the sure, bottled up message finds the shore, stop Saying, beloved; if you don’t believe love can sway, how then, can one’s heart appreciate its effects, when it moves so profoundly? Listen, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah; love is a song, testing the validity of heartstrings, stop Within seashells, whistling in the wind, the breadth within it moves, stop Moments lives its best life, in the stillness, the ones held dearest with every breath, stop My friends, may these brief words, find it is well, with your soul? Quiet your heart, Stop. Listen, love is speaking!

Yours truly,

A Messenger

Inspirational Living; to B…

Everyone that knows me, knows I’m unapologetically driven. The plain and simple truth is, I will never give anyone the opportunity; to confine my heart and soul within any of the proverbial A.B.C, type personalities. The vehicle I use, what drives me to “B,” a rendezvous with destiny. Yes, my heart’s in the driver’s seat, but not at the wheel; love steers my heart. With faith guides my soul, and Grace, navigates the way. You heard right, my heart is driven, “A,” me, on the road to “B.” The purpose, my love arriving at its quintessential destination, to “B”…. intentional. Every journey, has a starting point; “A,” getting you to “B,” proceeding to “C;” if you love has reached its true potential. Like I said, love is, the journey driving me, to “Be”… The question, I present to every heart is this; to “B,” or not to “B?” “What drives your heart,” to “Be”… the best you?

Do you, have the drive that will allow your love to accelerate, or does your heart just pump the brakes, to not allow your heart to become vulnerable? Whenever, the moments become darken, let love’s radiant light, shine in high definition. Not to eclipse someone else’s vision of love, but enhance their perspective. Being intentional on the journey to “B,” matters. Whenever, we depart from the point of it not being about “A”, but how our heart gets to “B,” your love proceeding to “C.” “A,” meant to be the catalyst, the starting point, your soul arriving to its intended destination. Where your love feels at home, giving of itself. The journey, gets your heart there. Inspirational living, the A.B.C’s of a driven heart; loving intentionality!

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By Design; Nubian Butterflies!

Butterflies: True love is that pit of the stomach feeling, fluttering within like wings of a butterfly. Your soul chases, trying to catch the breadth, only to have heart captured by its allure. Love’s breathtaking beauty, deep within the sense being, a soul not nervous to give the heart the freedom to embrace, butterflies!

Her Nubiance speaks, within her tone, her breadth is known. Her Her nubiance captures, with the beauty, within the texture, the colors of her love. Like a gentle rose, the complexion to her core, the nuances felt within the warmth of her ambiance. Her Nubiance!

When the bridge of life, takes your heart and soul over troubled waters, don’t drown yourself in the depth of your feelings! On the other side of the bridge, hope will be waiting there. Telling you, it’s always darkest, before the dawn, let your light shine!

Since, deciding to create designs, and post them in memory of my daughter. My heart has felt more inspired, to explore my creativeness, in creating graphical designs. In which, creative thoughts have expanded, creativity elevated. Yeah, it is as my heart knows; her love is alive… within! Hope these are a blessing!

WCR c/o Justina Angelina Richards

Other Side of The Glass!

On the other side of the glass, do you see lots of baggage. Heart and soul, packed for its life long journey. A mission to find enough confidence, that will never again be taken… for granted. On the other side of the glass, do you ponder a list of past mistakes, or see a list of lessons learned, what not to do? On the other side of the glass, do you see a reflection of someone struggling to stand, or someone on their knees searching, for the courage to rise up every day, from the ashes? On the other side of the glass, do you see someone in pieces over shattered dreams, or someone trying their best to collect themselves, use broken pieces to rebuild their hopes? Just know, on the other side of every perception, a reflective glass. Reflecting the things, we all try so desperately to conceal, with a little blush, and the make-up. The pretty words used, to tell our tale. The real you, textured glass. Reflective interpretations, veneered glass. Transparent facades, not meant to mask the heart, but reveal its humanity!

Mirror, mirror; through the glassed lens, show me one heart that doesn’t have their baggage, one soul that hasn’t made its own list of mistakes? How about someone, that hasn’t struggled knowing their worth, or at some point felt a bit broken? Every mirror’s reflection, perfect as it may seem today, could become sudden brokenness. A mirror reflects you, what’s allowed to be seen. Glass reveals what’s a fragile situation, a heart handled with care, not easily broken. Casting stones, will break glass, easily replaced. But, the heart worn on the sleeve, when impaled by reckless acts, leaves visible scars. Glasses expose, what a mirror can’t hide, brokenness the heart reveals!

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By Design; Within the!

Within the stillness, breadth is captured, depth is known. Within the stillness, life flashes, reflections lend itself. Light exposure, what exposes the heart, enhances the soul, illuminating their intrinsic essence. The love within a heart is seen, light emanating through the aperture of one’s soul. An open heart, allows light to become a sensitive balance, offsetting any negative impression. The imagery of one’s soul, a portrait of one’s heart. Moments, capturing a heart’s posture. How the heart adapts, if words are suitable, the love relatable. Vividly explicit points in time, the lens in which one’s nature is perceived. Within the stillness, if love’s existence is evident, the lens bares the soul!

Within the new, within the wake, the heart breathes a silent prayer. Hoping, night will again give way, to what becomes of the dawn. Heart and soul, having no regrets, feeling no guilt, having no shame; needing love as your everything. Within the hourglass, through the sands of time. Moments reveal the heart, if love’s higher calling, bares your soul. Within the newness of every breath, a soul catching its second wind; can’t help but shine. With every renewed perspective, there’s a sight beyond what’s seen. New found hope, gives rise to a profound change of heart, in soul. Every breath taken in life, needs the breadth of love’s tapestry. To be a heart not restrained by what was, but the soul tethered to what is. Within the new, lies the reality of the moment!

*By design, a collaboration in loving memory of my daughter’s spirit, and my heart! Through my heart, her love will be realized!

WCR c/o Justinea Angelina Richards; March 9, 1990 to March 2, 2021.

Prince of Peace!

Manger, designed and built by hand, by Corine Richards (Wifey)

Peace, love’s light shining its eternal glow. Christmas would be lonely, if the greatest gift wasn’t, love and peace. Tangible love, the heart can display, peace the soul can take hold. Christmas, could never be merry, without the sweet fragrance of love in the air. How, could a heart lift up its anthem, a soul be at ease, not at rest in love’s tranquil embrace. Knowing, not the same as being. Tranquility, could never become a state, without there being moments, for peace to eclipse time and space. Heartfelt moments, resonates its endearing sound. When nothing else is felt, but the breadth escaping from within. Love, what keeps the peace, when eyes are blinded, by what the heart perceives. In silent hope, in silence’s awe, in breathless anticipation; souls with wonder greet, the prince of peace. In earth’s shadow, in hope’s marvel, the light of peace, outshines night’s reign. In humble form, the breadth of peace’s heavenly silhouette, hovering in the quietness, our wants and needs. Peacefulness becomes, not because the heart is silent, but because, the soul is no longer restless. Within love’s eager haste, in the hush of stilled moments, hopes and dreams slipping into, love’s endless serenity. Even, when moments can’t find its solitude, isolating your heart from love, doesn’t allow a longing soul, the peace love gives. In restless souls, in anxious hearts, love births the most joyous moments. Love is, the Prince that comes in the most beautiful moment. Wrapped in soft clothes of peace, swaddled in its gentleness; giving what’s desperately needed, hope!

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Gifted Poetry!

Tis the season, when the mind concedes, to let the heart receive, the soul believe; that love lives, in moments. Love’s poetic moments, conceived deep within the soul, love writing beautiful heartfelt poems. Every verse textured, the muse enlightened, the nuance conveyed, through an open heart. Love, invest in beneficial moments, love packaged in its most endearing ways. Wrapped nicely, within colorful hues, tethered with the fabric of love’s strength; gifted, a representation of the heart and soul. Love in season, doesn’t just give the reason, but divulges the meaning. Love, displayed as a charm bracelet, never enhances its intrinsic beauty. A heart full of compassion, no greater gift could there ever be. Than the soul reciting passionately, the heart regifting wholeheartedly; Love!

Would like to wish everyone, a Merry Christmas. May your souls be well, the light in your hearts be bright. If you wish to, save a copy of the picture, wherein are names of WordPress blog sites, perhaps yours!

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Now, Always, Forever!

In every love story, every heart has a role. From the moment, always has been, forever residing quietly, in a refreshing love. Tell me, am I holding you, or you holding my breath, and held it in your love? Goo goo gaga, what are words, when actions make the love speak so clearly. I’m going to name you, Grace; different from, Compassion; but won’t immune you from heartache. Your love eclipses my issues, ease anxious thoughts, fill me with such delight, The morning sun, with all of its glory, could never brighten my mood, the way your smile, lights up my world. Your love doesn’t just look at me, it peers into my soul, with trust, with love divine. The essence of your worth, defines how monumental your love becomes. Whether crawling, walking, running; I will always be there, to catch you with my love. You will never be alone, my love, lives within the midst of you being, within the deepest part of my soul. When I look into your love, I see only your heart. I will never get weary, battling those who can’t see into, your quintessence. Whenever your heart is in distress, when your love cries for my affection, my heart will beat against the barriers. The ocean, doesn’t have to touch the sand, for your heart to know, my love is Sure. During life’s business, forgetting you is just a waste of time. Even a foolish heart can see, your kind of love, the most precious there can be. There’s an essence, “je ne sais quoi,” in everything I feel. Your heart, doesn’t have to wear a mask of false bravado. My love will teach you, deep within your soul, courage wields its greatest power. Living, in the here and now, forever finds its true purpose. Within my love, you don’t have to smile, to hide your tears. I see you, I keep a portrait of love, hanging on my heartstrings. And when, I lay your love down, I kiss the moment. Knowing in the breathless silence, now and always, forever; your love is resting, in the depth of my soul. Maybe I’m amazed, indeed how deeply pleased, the way you’ve changed my heart, the way we need each other. Now, Always, Forever!

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