Wisdom, what heart can not afford it, what soul can truly live without it? It, will never be sold out, worth its weight, more precious than silver and gold. It can’t be bought, but can be grasped, its existence brought to bear. Wisdom, won’t let you sell yourself short. It’s never a stretch, to say it’s attainable, never out of reach, it’s sustainable. Even, an indifferent heart knows its worth. Its divine essence, eclipses time and space. When you’ve found it, cherish it, embrace it; keep it, close to your heart. For, the understanding will instruct, be your best friend. In your darkest moments, insight becomes the lantern, leading you to the path forward. And if, indifference tries to sway, wisdom says no way; fleeting words, can’t sway a made up heart. Wisdom, guards the heart, guides the mind. Won’t let the heart become complacent, won’t allow faith to be stagnant. In what, a heart hopes to attain, one thing needs to be this. Having, life’s proverbial teacher, will be a heart and soul, knowing how to exercise sound prudence. Why, whatever the cost, in all your getting; get wisdom!
Love sways my soul, makes my love bold, has my heart’s posture, in a vertical hold. When, swagger tries to cut it, tries to interject its presence, into love’s divine sway. My heart objects, says no way; nothing else can ever make me sway, the same way. My soul will stay, captivated by love’s endless sway. Why play, let my heart be tempted to stray, by what they call swag these days. In such a time as this, I can’t allow my love to stagger, trying to prove something. A humble heart, beats without the need to prove anything. When you know love’s worth, no other sway, will ever be able to compete for your heart and mind, the love will never fray. In the dance we called life, it’s inevitable; sway and swagger, will have to tango, sometimes do the rumba. One partner’s well, because it’s a lifestyle. The other, not looking a partnership, showcasing a heart, just knowing how to freestyle. Sway makes the love linger, swagger trips up the heart, the soul left pointing the finger. Love teaches you, leads you through the difficult moments. A double minded love, a rhythmically challenged character; an uncoordinated heart and soul.
Love has that, some say; “je ne sais quoi,” but an attentive heart knows what, it’s an rhythmic sway. Like a beautiful flower, swaying in the breadth effortlessly. True love, sways with a gentle nudge, never with a forceful shove. Don’t judge a heart, that won’t bend to please, but nevertheless willing, to let love sway with ease. With every sway, love has its way, tells you how to be. Other sways, have come to test my frontal lobe, but cognitively I have resolved; never let my heart be swayed, to become a swaggering persona. Love’s natural sway, not about the right technique, but a love waltz with a unique intrinsic muse. A sway that holds you, dear, takes your breath. Love’s endearing sway, not about what eyes see, but what the heart believes. Sway doesn’t strut, doesn’t look to thrill, just the joy it brings. What seems routine, love gets you through it, the sway helps the heart do it, become love’s true reflection. When, freedom looks good on you, through it all everyone will see, love is holding you up. Swaying you deeply, your mind profoundly, your soul breathlessly, your heart forevermore!
Sometimes, fear, says we need to cover up our flaws, hide them deep inside. Flaws, will never tell the story; what a heart has to overcome. The battles we face, fortifies our resolve. To put our flaws on notice, that they don’t define our worth. Words cuts deep, sometimes, but that’s the beauty with our scars. They don’t have the power, to change a heart’s posture, we show how beautiful we are… inside. As imperfect as they are, weakness can become strength, with a change in our perspective. Even if, no one can relate to unique quirks, in your imperfection. Denial, can’t change our humanity; the same red blooded river, flows through every beating heart. Sometimes, when we look in the mirror, reflection bares our insecurities. But, we don’t have to hate, the way it makes us feel. Flaws, will never make it easy to strive, but embracing them, helps the heart thrive, not just survive. Some hearts, think flaws derail everything, but only becomes something, if we give it power. Blemishes, shouldn’t be able to change anything, but our perception, a flawed definition of everything. Some days, we get a bit unsure, if flaws will humble, or make our sure crumble. Many rivers we cross, and sometimes, tears weigh on our heart. Making it that much harder, to get to the other side, of the ocean. You don’t, have to know how to walk on water. Just have enough faith, to believe there’s a sure, in the horizon. Flaws don’t make, so therefore don’t let it break, your enduring hope!
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!
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!
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
Once upon a moment, there was a heart, with a broken wing. This heart, loved being free, lived feeling whole. But, when the soul can’t breathe, life takes a toll, the strong winds takes its hold. Breaking your spirit, fracturing your will. Wounding what was once, beautiful wings. A heart exhausted, trying to be strong, until flight became the fight. When, hope is not elevated, faith becomes the struggle, finding the strength to be. The notion in that moment, the gravity. Emotion given space, poetry in motion. Wings can’t sustain, a heart free falling. A soul, colliding with fear of the unknown. In the brokenness, in the helplessness, vultures circle. A traumatized heart, leaves your wings paralyzed. But, while existing in a vulnerable state, compassion finds you. Love holds you gently, cares profoundly. How, do you help a broken wing? Time, healing, devotion; what every broken heart needs, to thrive, not just survive. A rehabilitated wing, a heart knowing brokenness, doesn’t define your healing. It’s a wild, wild world, even though there’s winds of change. A butterfly released, finds its wings are, beautiful. It’s not, just angels that know how to fly. Every heart takes flight, given the chance, to spread wings like an eagle. Rise, with the wind beneath your wings, with breadth in your soul. Don’t let anyone, tell you to mend, the heart has to bend. Let your soul pretend, that it’s mind over what truly matters, Love. Putting the heart in a box, not what brings about healing. Clean hands, a pure heart; tends to your being. Once upon a moment, will never mean broken wings, won’t feel whole… again!
In the jungle, you don’t have to float like a butterfly, your heart doesn’t need to sting like a bee. You don’t need gloves, when you’re in the fight of your life. Love in the heart, makes your humanity, undisputed. Heart to heart, how battles are won. An indifferent soul, can never contend, with a fear-less love. You don’t, need the ability to leap tall buildings, in a single bound. By leaps and bounds, courageous love uses its intrinsic might, whenever it leaps into action. A warrior, fighting the good fight, vanquishes whatever comes in the cloak of darkness. A fear-less soul, climbs every mountain, never dreads walking through the valley. A heart conquers fear, wielding a brilliant smile, displaying a beautiful mind. Shadows of death, won’t eclipse the light, can’t distinguish emboldened confidence. Shackle can’t restrain a heart, that knows what it takes, to break chains. A soul knowing true freedom, not swayed by limitations. You don’t, have to be fearless, just know how to fear-less!
Fear-less, not about being unafraid, but being fearless, to show strength reigns inside you. A heart knowing its worth, doesn’t look to be heroic, just needing a reason to be faithful. A purpose driven life, a heart born to rule, govern with intent, living intentionally. Rise from the ashes, like a phoenix, spread wings like an eagle. A soul free like a bird, soars higher and higher, with wind beneath your wings. You don’t, have to be the king of the jungle, to become an overcomer. A heart of a lion, doesn’t protect territory, but guards the heart. If you’re a lioness, if you’re a lion, rise up and roar. Rise up and rock, rise up and lock, on to your destiny. Hopes and dreams, show the way, faith says you can, get there; fulfilling your purpose. Rise up, activate your heart. Rise up, dominate your mind. Rise up, and change the landscape, overtake the negativity. A fear-less perspective, try it on; freedom will look good, on you!
Fear becomes a thief, when the door is left open. Close the window to your soul, and fear will know, open door is an illusion!
Fear can consume you, with only the oxygen, you provided. A heart set ablaze, burns passionately. Love breathed in, makes fear exhale!
Fears can’t eclipse light, can only mask perception. Fear gets nervous, when it sees your strength is about to rise up, and shine fearlessly!
A Love Story! 
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