Resounding Breadth of Love!

It’s in the wind, in what moves your soul, in natures breathtaking hue. Love resonates in every season, the reason why, a heart beats steadily. The stills whisper, calls to the soul, stops the heart. You look around, only to realize, it breathes in the stillness. The sound, echoing through the busy streets, playing throughout a breathless meadow. Like flowers, blooming beautifully in springtime, a symphonic presence in the summertime. Booming like the thunder, chirps like a beautiful songbird. Love’s expressive tone, paints the heart, in an mosaic expression, capturing its artistic essence. In the deepest ocean, love fathoms deep places. Heard, when rain drops on roses, when the sound echoes the window pane. It’s heard in laughter, in a baby’s voice. Love can make a heart cry, tears echoing the sound of joy. Why, so profound, truly renowned, beauty confounds. “Wise men say, only fools rush in, but, love can’t help falling,” singing in the reign. Love’s prevailing hue, the textured sound of freedom. “A heart can speak, with tongues of men, and that of angels, but, without love; just a resounding gong, like a clanging cymbal.” True love sounds like, a quiet hush in the midnight hour, an embrace in the darkest moment. Voice over voice, the deafening sound of silence, could never drown out, the enduring sound of love. The endless melody amplifying, the breadth of Heaven!

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A New Day!

In the wake, it’s a new day, just knowing I woke up, that’s enough. A splash of sunshine on my face, let’s brushes with anxiety, not even be a thing. A look in the mirror, reflects my humanity. A gargle, with love’s tastefulness essence, washes away fear, refreshes my perspective. How I know, my heart has means to give it, the best love inside of me. Every day, I step out by faith, speak only when, actions give my heart words. When, hearts are feeling blue, and the love not so rosy; don’t take it personal. How my portion becomes, my soul endowed, with blessings on top of blessings. Unconditional love, it’s in my DNA. Why settle, love taken to another level, elevated kindness. And, if not reciprocated, turn the page. Tomorrow, it’s a new day; splash sunshine on your face!

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Love’s Freedom Verse!

Pushing, pulling, back and forth within your mind, only to find within yourself, you’re chained to the same place. Pounding on a locked heart, won’t open up a closed mind. Trying to break chains, without love being the key. Keeps the soul tethered, to an indifferent space. A heart can never be, can never be free without love, being the rhyme and reason. Trying to compose yourself, without the ability to look deep within. Won’t let a heart know, love lyrically moves the soul. A heart in an unfinished place, becomes a mind with no peace. Knowing the sound of chains breaking, hearing the sound of the soul breathing, the beat within the heart changing, the true tone of love reverberating. Being free to breathe in, the air of freedom’s hue; knowing, life’s a breath. Trying to write a verse, without measured revelation. Leaves the soul wanting, the rhythm within your heart needing. Knowing, what’s done is gone, let’s the past be a look back, to see how far the heart has come. A poetic composition, a moving story, needs the heartfelt nuance, to be love’s harmonic vibe. The most endearing expression of love, not depending on style, but the lifestyle. A timeless love ballad, comprises a first, then a second, with a third verse. The intrinsic melody revealing, the deeply felt undertone, is love’s freedom verse!

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Part of.

So many nights, lying alone in the dark. My heart, held within the stillness. So, breadth can be my constant, love my oxygen, faith my comfort, confidence my strength, purpose my reason, peace my hiding place. In the ocean, where would my heart be, if love wasn’t the anchor? In the wake, I’m able to breathe, but wait to exhale. My heart is full, yet my bed empty. I don’t fear unknown, but what if, covered by emptiness, I slip off into loneliness? Through the night, love holds me, keeping me from falling, off the edge. With love, it’s easier to be, awaken I see, love is my sunshine. Keeping my heart beating, my soul still needing; love’s divine meaning. I have everything, but something still missing; her love, next to me. If, love didn’t make my earth revolve, my heart could never be held, in love’s profound embrace. When, two truly become, oneness is, what holds you. The best of, in love with, never to test wit; substance affirmed. In the wake, I don’t need to be where you are. In living, in loving, realization becomes, emptiness just the figment. What is distance, when a distant melody, is love’s beautiful lullaby, swaying you in the empty nights. How, can a heart say there’s an emptiness, when in the depth of knowing love, your soul knows the fullness. There’s meaning in life, when love is the inspiration. Love is never missing, the bond never broken. Love is forever at home, sharing your heart, when it truly becomes, part of… you!

Wife update: July 3, marked seven weeks in the hospital. She was supposed to be discharged on July 25th, by God’s grace, and the amount of progress she’s made. The neurologist, and physiotherapist, has okayed to be discharged this Saturday, July 8th.

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In-dependence!

Independence, should never be independent, of camaraderie. Mutual trust and respect, goes a long way. Solidarity becomes, when love begins. Togetherness happens, when ownership takes place. In order, for freedom to be achieved, our humanity must be the choice. Mankind, a group of people living, together in peace, and harmony. Practicing common ownership, learning common decency, understanding common values. Independence will never truly be attained, independent of genuine compassion. In our brotherly love, we discover our similarity, becomes our dependence, on our goodness. In our weakness, together we find strength. In our vulnerability, we find our resilience. With our flaws, we find our commonality. In our reliance, we know that our independence, is truly in-dependence. Never independent, of love’s dependency!

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By Design; The Art of Love!

On the canvas of the heart, splashes of life reveals, the colors of love!

Chains, not a figment of imagination, for so many it provokes contemplation. The objective of chains, not to keep your limbs bound, but keep your heart restrained. Your love tethered to fear, the unknown!

A heart rises from the ashes, on the wings of love. Soars like an eagle, on the breadth therein!

So many hearts, infatuated with a love, easy on the eyes. Rather, be moved by a love, that’s easy on the heart. True love, doesn’t dress to impress, but dresses for success. Lasting love, bares it all, lets intimacy see what you’re made of?

Another instalment, of by design. For those who don’t know the story, my late daughter took graphic design in college. Since, she’s not here to live her dream, I will be creating/designing graphical images, and posting them on her behalf! I hope you enjoyed them!

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If the Sun?

If the sun doesn’t rise, then, how can one’s heart shine? What if, the sun didn’t illuminate, how would blinded hearts, be able to see? If the sun wasn’t influential, would true love become a deep ocean, or the current feel like a depth, your soul could never fathom? What if, the sun wasn’t extremely important, would that influence life’s perspective, or become a clouded perception? If the sun, didn’t give off heat, would love have warmth, would every heart become undesirably cold? What if, the sun couldn’t help the soul revolve, how would love evolve, to an elevated plain? If the sun doesn’t move, would our worth be relative, or our humanity cease to be relevant? What if, the sun didn’t light the world, could love exist, could a heart become its own force of nature? If, the sun didn’t have say in the weather, would seasons matter, could a heart whether the storms? If the sun stood still, could words put a spin on it, or equate if words would be enough, to change the gravity? What if, energy wasn’t a factor, oxygen wasn’t a necessity, could a heart be able question; if the sun?

Like the sun, love is my purpose, my source, my light, my oxygen, my confidence, my anchor, my constant, my axis, my reason. Knowing my saving grace, The elevated breadth, empowering me!

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Love’s Charm, and Intellect!

Profound love, beyond what the mind alone, can comprehend. Only the heart, knows the true meaning. The texture, interwoven, the fabric ingrained, tethered to love’s divine quintessence. Love’s intellectual charm, has that, je ne sais quoi, the undeniable essence. To leave the soul speechless, the heart lost for words. Even, in its silent moments, the breadth is moving. The beauty transcends, its light reflects, its gaze captivates, captures the imagination. Love’s charm draws, the intellect enhances, speaks with clarity. Love whole, responds with action, and intelligence. The presence hovers, in vulnerability covers, with strength embraces. Thoughtful reasoning, and true understanding, becomes a beautiful exchange; love’s charm, and intellect!

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Real Talk; She’s a Fighter!

She, was born a fighter. Pound for pound, her heart, as endearing as they come. Her endurance, would be tested, her love strengthened. The seventeen year battle, a lifetime of pain, takes its toll. Some days, you bet it’s a struggle, but, our faith is real. Two thousand and eight, the doctor approached, and said; “you shouldn’t still be standing, yet alone breathing.” The issue, her blood; a massive clot, should have already taken your life.” He marveled, he wondered; “what’s keeping her up?” She laughed, under her breath said; but God, staying vertical. And so, she looked at her finger, the ring; knowing she had someone in her corner. A man, the love no myth, the legend would be; till death… True love, not about the stamina, but the heart, and the pledge. During, the decade long fight, an underlined complication, waged an intense assault. An aggressive contender, began a profound campaign. Trying, to rupture her voice, take her sight, collapse her lungs, fracture cognitive harmony. In this last battle, the blow was to her head. And, her legs gave out, and down she went. The doctor’s diagnosis, her condition caused, a rare kind of stroke, partial left sided paralysis. But, the towel wasn’t thrown, and who’s keeping score, or what’s even in the cards? As, long as she’s still breathing, and able to get back on her feet, the fight will continue; one day at a time. Fear, will never get her to believe, continuing is impossible. Every day, she dares, to show herself; her faith, makes it possible. Six weeks ago, she could barely move her left side. Last week, she once again had full range of motion, in her left arm. This week, she stood on her own for the first time, and with assistance from a walker, she’s walking. Her heart, defying the notion, her Will had no power. She’s, rehabilitating her worth, building her confidence; my wife, she’s a fighter!

This post is an updated, and lays out a bit of the history, what my wife has been fighting over the years. There’s no doubt about it, she’s a fighter, with someone forever in her corner, not willing to throw in the towel, or away our faith. It’s been six weeks since, and she’s fighting her way back, and will hope be home, in three to four weeks, ready to fight the next contender. Working two jobs, visiting her every day, sometimes twice a day, takes a lot out of you. But, my heart will continue the beat, until she’s home!

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Breaking!

Sometimes, it seems life is trying to break you, like faith is letting you down. Leaving your heart in a place, where it feels like there’s no escape. Where, it seems hope has left you high and dry. The tears won’t fall, bitterness welling, but that’s when, you pour out another portion; love. You, can be so sure of yourself, but breathing is not so easy, in a toxic world. When tomorrow, may look just like today; misty eyes. The heart, breaking to see, the state of our humanity. The pain is felt, oh love, hear my appeal; what’s blinding you? Dreams imploding, indifference emboldened. Hearts, lying still in the dark, not letting in the dawn, the full light come in. The soul hiding, anxiety feeding, love slowly fading. Fear, wanting to break your spirit, waiting to steal your confidence. I’ve seen this, in loved ones, but this I know; burdens won’t break me, will never sway my heart. Though the tears fall, I stand tall, stand with, stand by. Until, courage whispers in the fight, stand strong. Love, has a profound role to play, be a shoulder to lean on. If, ones Will doesn’t break, then, one’s promise to be there, will never be broken. Be a heart, that will be faithful, through every season. I’m here to say, love is the most tangible thing; physical, or spiritual. Hope is found, in the arms of love. Even if, you don’t know who you are, today. Every season, has a reason, every battle a purpose; teaches resilience. If it seems, life is breaking you? Still reach out your heart, extend your hand, be faithful to love. There’s no breaking Will, when you know, fear can never break a heart, trenched deep in love. In the trenches, where, the greatest battles are won! Jun 21, 2023