Help Wanted!

Deep, within the window of your soul. The sign, help needed. So, the day doesn’t overwhelm, mind, body, and soul. Let it be, a heart proclaiming; the signs and wonder. Every day, in every moment, let it be. A heart, open twenty four, seven. To receive, the joy in true peace, the strength renewed hope provided. A soul sold out, gives the best inside. Let it be, dear heart, let it be. When the love chimes, enter in, with thanksgiving. The qualification, to be a soul fulfilled. Grace, will cover it all, in each individuals internal-view. Love in staging, always on the top shelf, to be noticed. Easily accessible, close to the heart, and in reach. Love, set as the priority, will be upfront. And labels, won’t be needed. The radiance, draws the heart, capture the imagination. The benefits, health and healing, in the wholistic heart and soul wellness plan. Every sickness, every disease, covered by the master plan. Nothing missing, nothing broken. A heart, no longer beholden, to fear of the unknown. It’s forever, swept into the abyss!

When, your heart can’t seem to get through the day. When others, can’t understand your pain, or see all the scars. Don’t forget, to look up. There’s a banner, that says unfailing love. The answers, to every sign of Help Wanted. When you need, the constructer of hope, the builder of dreams, the renewer of faith; look up! Even when, it seems it won’t end; the tears, falling like rain. Let love reassure you, even in the mist, there’s an endless reign. Love on a vine, produces a heart filled, with fruitful love. You don’t, have to try to be strong, just be. You don’t have to, keep it all inside. Try to keep the rain at bay, let it pour. When, the weight seems too heavy to bear. Place the add, look for the sign. Then let it be, your heart on display. Even when, the struggle becomes overwhelmingly real. Help, at the door of your heart, in your time of need. When Love steps in, everything will profoundly change. So, post the words, share your heart; then your soul believe, help will be. God, shows up to every; Help Wanted!

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Elevated!

True love, likened to a river, flowing through the deepest ocean. Hearts finding, though there be islands in the stream. Loved too much, love being elevated, to another level. The heart swept away, by the depth therein. Deep love, blesses even, the broken roads. Head held high, the heart wide open, to see every need. Elevated love, leaves the soul better than it was. More than what the soul can be, without the breathless elevation. All this happens, when love takes you by the heart. Your innermost, lifted to the highest… heaven. Then, it will be, from glory to glory. The heart, forever changed, never the same. Like the wind, having its way, with a gentle soul. Elevating your heart to a point, that it doesn’t matter. How many beautiful sunsets, your soul gets to behold. Just how many, souls your love will bring, into the enlightenment. The disciplined heart, doesn’t look to dress up love, as if naturally pristine. The soul, bared by the evidence, elevated by the truth. Real love, never lowers the expectation, it elevates the experience. Through your life, within your heart, with every breath. May the deepest breadth of love, be Elevated!

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The Weight!

My heart, seen many years. Along the way, I’ve acquired knowledge. The understanding, revealed through wisdom. Heavy becomes the weight, whom much is given, much required to carry. To lose the weight, the heart first needs to be searched. The purge of toxic thoughts, in the crevices of my mind. Cleanse fragmented influences, from the depth of my soul. So the fiber of my being, can become insulated, by an intrinsic love. Leaning to stand, first means learning to breathe, through love’s deep-rooted presence. The freedom discovered, will be the essence embodied, released in the purest expression. A soul, resting against love’s freeing encounter. Finds the resolve, the heart beating freely. Even when, the weight rest on every heartbeat. Love’s firm foundation, won’t ever be heart and soul. Facing the agony of defeat, under crushing the weight… of life. Scales, identifies a heart, weighed through the prism of a test. The measure of, builds strength of. Your character, and the courage therein. Though we wade, in the wake of loss. A soul bared, reveals a heart lighted. Holding on to memories, just a part, in the weight of loss journey. A lot on the mind, the heart heavier some days, than others. The weight of love, still tugging on the heartstrings. I’m, not always strong, but this I know. The greatest weight, lifted when you’re faithful. To be your strongest, in the moments… your heart needs to shine. Breadth is held, when the height of what you believe, becomes the greater perspective. When the weight, gets to be a bit too much. A heart, held to the flame, becomes a soul, changed by the fire… within. A little faith, will move mountains. Great faith, doesn’t try to move the weighted mountain. That they will gracefully, have the ability to conquer! Jan 12, 2022

Merry Christmas!

In this world, your soul can sometimes feel, like you’re in the lions den. But, in the midst of the fire, and the darkness. Let your faith be the lantern, still burning bright. Hark, within the stillness, hope speaks with gentle whispers. Let your soul be still, let the breadth of love, be your heart’s hiding place. The angel of love, will be a song in the night. With peace for your soul, and joy for your heart. When fear comes, to steal your hopes, and dreams!

“Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.” Luke 2:13-14 NIV

Merry Christmas to all. May your heart’s be well, and your soul find peace. Now, and forevermore! Save a copy, of my Christmas card!

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Love, in Stages!

Love in action, steps into the spotlight. Not with an already seen performance, but with a genuine display, of love and affection. Love in stages, the heart playing a significant role. One act, only sets the scene. The Who, what, when, where, but the why; without question. If to be, or not to be… faithful. Who, should see the love, everyone. What, was the motive, love unconditional. When, should love be displayed, always. Where, did the love originate, the heart. Why, should there always be an encore? To demonstrate, love could never truly act. Until the heart is moved, by strength of character. To show how love in action, can leave you breathless. Love has a background, so the backdrop, can shine a radiant light, that leaves an afterglow. Doesn’t matter the stage, where your love is at. It’s still, a heart becoming… shaped by the soul. Love, not aligned with the stars, but the breadth therein, holding love’s starry gaze. In love, I have, we have, every heart has a part to play. Here, in our humanity, every heart has a starring role. Don’t ever hesitate, to let your heart get into character. No script, should ever be needed. For the love, to be heartfelt!

Love in stages, has a point to it. The development, a heart going through the necessary phase. Moments in time, a period, becoming part of love’s journey. The heart, reaching a particular juncture. Where every stage, requires another self examination. A search of the heart, will stretch the love, until it covers. The choice, to be, or not to be. A heart has a platform, but love gives it a voice. Love, doesn’t need the right forum. For the heart to be at a stage, showcasing a just decorum. Thy lips, cannot speak, unless thy heart, gives it words. With love, if your heart isn’t in it? Then how, can the love truly show, what’s inside? Love in its truest action, avoids the drama. For the love to not be seen, as a staged production. In the right setting, love doesn’t need the perfect context, for the feeling to be the right texture. Even if love, unperformed in action? Never let it be, an act seen too many times. Love in stages, a heart forever in the spotlight. Reciting affirmation, reciprocating the love. So the breadth, has its own love story, to tell!

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Song Inspired; Ooh Child!

Ooh child, when things in the world are looking crazy, and your heart wants to know. What the day has waiting, for your soul? Be encouraged, the day will surely be the sun rising, for a brighter tomorrow. Some days, we wake in the beautiful sun. Some days, we have to walk through the rain. When, the day seems the darkest, let your heart be a light. Ohh child, getting, should never supersede giving. Tis the season, to be Somebody’s Angel. The rhythm of your heart, beat the hum-drum. Love’s fire burning, crackling with the warmth of love. Every boy, every girl, every heart come on. Together, hand in hand, heart to heart; let love be your special gift. With no money needed, the price already paid. The gift of love, never sold out. Every day, let love be regifted. No and’s, no but’s, free with the asking. Let every soul sing, let love be the song; joy to the world, good tidings love brings. On a silent night, silver bells, chimes in the starry light!

A heart giddy, will always be eager to give, heartfelt wishes. Love, might be in the air. But the question, is it in your heart. This time of year, celebrating the special moment; when love was born. So every heart, could know a special kind of love. The gift, giving the heart so much joy. Ooh Child, the Christmas season; a time for healing, a time for building. Not just to get, what your heart wishes. But let your soul, give what we all need. True love, won’t check a box, try to get pennies for thoughts. Sometimes, we just need to search our heart. See if we have the kind of love, that will be treasured, more than silver and gold. In between, the sleigh rides, hanging stockings with care. We need, to be a bit more conscious. The true meaning of Christmas; giving love, and sharing your heart. The healthiest, kind of living. A heart, full with love, and hope. Real love, not found under the boardwalk, but down by the sea. A deep river, flowing into an ocean of love. Ooh child, I know what would be the perfect Gift. For your heart, and soul!

This song Inspired, a song by Donnie McClurkin, released in 2004.

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Water, to Wine!

A heart, determined not be deterred, by the circumstance, becomes. Every season, leaves bottled up emotions. When love is poured, the water flows, the rivers deepen. Love’s, deepest encounters. Leaves depth of soul, deeply moved. Nothing missing, when the perspective changes. Love, becoming everything, so profound. Breath is taken, love is given. The heart pours, to let the soul receive. In the pressing, in the crushing… moments. Fear of the unknown, soothed by love’s true essence. The fullness, like water refreshing the soul, with new wine. Forever changed, heart and soul. In the stillness, it’s a heart becoming. A heart, tethered to love’s endearing vine. A soul, thirsty to savor the best, of love’s sweetest moments. For real love has a quality, that doesn’t seek to impress. Just looks for an opportunity, to humbly serve, love’s true delight. Love is the water, when poured from the depth, becomes like the finest wine. Though, a jar of clay, a heart can live, its best life. When love is seen, as the perfect glue. Love instructs, the heart reveals. Power released, love unveiled. An exquisite heart, will reserve their most tasteful love. For everyone, to freely enjoy. The water, becoming the wine, so divine!

“Jesus replied, “My dear one, don’t you understand that if I do this, it will change nothing for you, but it will change everything for me! My hour of unveiling my power, has not yet come. ” Mary then went to the servers and told them, “Whatever Jesus tells you, do it!” Nearby stood six stone water pots meant to be used for the Jewish washing rituals. Each one could hold about twenty gallons or more. Jesus came to the servers and instructed them, “Fill the pots with water, right up to the very brim.” Then he said, “Now fill your pitchers and take them to the master of ceremonies.” And when they poured out their pitchers for the master of ceremonies to sample, the water had become wine! When he tasted the water that had become wine, the master of ceremonies was impressed with its quality. (Although he didn’t know where the wine had come from, only the servers knew.) He called the bridegroom over and said to him, “Every host serves his best wine first, until everyone has had a cup or two, then he serves the cheaper wine. But you, my friend, you’ve reserved the most exquisite wine until now!””
‭‭John‬ ‭2:4-10‬ ‭TPT‬‬

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The Profile!

The heart, the instrument allowing love, to be the true measurement. The profile, not about understanding, the intent of others. But deeply knowing, the love in your own heart. The walk, the talk; hand in hand. A graceful walk, will never need words, to demonstrate the truest silhouette. The color of love, contours the shape of the heart. Love and respect, always a two way street, without a one sided view. Heart to heart, love with intersecting lines. An adVantage point, can form the wrong conclusion. A figure of speech, seen through a tainted lens, blurred by a wayward heart. Love in stages, won’t compromise the scenery, when a heart stays vertical. The fleeting description, never gives an accurate account. For what the story is, and what the heart will surely tell. The portrayal, not a true depiction of love. If up close and personal, doesn’t characterize the intrinsic nature. The extent, the length and breadth. To which a heart, try to raise its own profile. Love, built on a meaningless pursuit. The true representation of love, gives rise to the greater good; a heart profiled, being truly genuine. Psychological manipulation, the behavior of a heart unbecoming. The soul analyzes, the heart identifies, love giving a truthful profile. No need for predictions, if the outcome becomes the same. Love for all to see, will forever be in plain sight. Recorded, by the sands of time. As a heart, with a love centered profile!

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Believe!

I believe, I believe in you. I believe, friends could never be. If love, didn’t first exist… between, time and space. Though, we can’t touch the sky. I believe, a heart can fly, if given wings. I believe, a soul can truly soar, with faith beneath the breadth. Yes, I do believe, there’s a heaven, beyond sight unseen. I believe, from within a mother’s womb, a soul is predestined. To know life, conceives the destiny, love concedes your worth. I believe, a heart chases butterflies. To see how beautiful, having wings can be. When fear, flies to the northern star, like a dove. I believe, when a heart comes to you, wrapped in love. Earnest, becomes the tender moments. When nights, are long and cold, hope is a gentle whisper. Saying, you don’t have to Fake it, your heart can Take it. You just have to believe, and faith will help you Make it, though many rivers. You have to go through, what your heart needs to go through. So, next time you will Know it, believing is the gift. That keeps regifting, your heart in the reassurance. Believing, profoundly more attainable, than just wishing. I believe, that even though tears fall. In the midst of the rain, hope takes your disappear, to the light. The fear of failure, hides when sees your heart, has a fire burning; in the darkest moments. I believe, if you count it all joy. Heartache, will be just a season, that brings with it change; for you to believe. When you have love in your heart, being vulnerable; will never mean hopeless. Seeing, for the first time. Means a heart, believing forever. I believe, we have the power. A heart unrestrained, to believe there’s a light, shining within. If the day, comes and takes your breath? Then, let my heart; Believe for you, and me!

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