The Resistance!

When the pushing, becomes a constant tugging; the heart feeling the resistance, that’s so compelling. When the question becomes the thought; just let it go, or fight the resistance. It’s a battle, the warfare not the natural. This I know, why the fight must be; until the day becomes, a breakthrough. Resilience is fortified, in the refusal to accept; the love will never be. Complaisant with the status quo, will forever be my resistance. Comply, not I, oh my; heart will put up a resistance. To never let hope, be led astray. So many hearts are lost, but for those who have been found. Don’t ever surrender the faith, that a resistant will; won’t turn around, work out in your favor. Doors open, but not if the resistance is to knock, down the barrier that block the love. The willingness, to not accept defeat. Means the fight becomes yet another day, to be the overcomer. When love hurts, I too have to resist the desire. To not let retaliation be, the unlikely suspect. Even though, every rose has thorns. There’s still much beauty, within the smallest love given. There’s always a new season, where even the toughest resistance; yields a cherished bloom!

Yes, how can a heart not be affected, by the resistance? How can a soul, not feel weary; when the battles are fierce? But, resisting the urge to give up; will compel the victory. 20/20, so many had a vision; believing this year was to be; a heart seeing with new clarity. Only for it to be the soul, needing to be enlightened. How much resistance, became hearts in need of a perspective change. The awakening, to the reality; do we clearly see God in the midst, or a moment to simply further the resistance… to His will. It’s so hard to change a mind, when the heart is still resisting being changed. Within the brokenness, love still is. What needs to be the resistance, believing love is not what needs to be the embrace. It doesn’t matter, how much resistance. Futile will forever be the notion, that love is not the foundation; that strengthened faith in every tomorrow. Choosing to love, in spite of; will always be a choice. Even though there’s resistance, may the love forever be… knowing deeply loved!

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The Rhythm, and The Rhyme!

My soul, is so conflicted. My heart is in love, with two facets of Your love; the rhythm, and the rhyme. The rhythm of Your heart, absolutely moving; and Your love so groovy it resounds, it echoes deeply. Every beat within my heart, moves to a rhythm; Your love is the song. The depth, so profound; the strength of the love, has a distinct sound. It’s so so good, so soothing… to me. I adore the systematic pattern, and the flow. Every single pulsation, excites every sense; to know nothing will ever compare. Every sensation, Your love felt deeply… in heart and soul. The rhythm, propels my heart closer, so much closer to You. A love so moving, my heart just can’t seem to stop dancing to the rhythm; the breadth within each heartbeat. I’ve got the rhythm, a melody rooted with such deep African rhyme. But this first breath I take, much more about the Rhythm; not yet about, how profound the Rhyme!

The rhythm of Your love, has such a measured flow… within words; flowing endlessly, from the depth of Your heart. You don’t even need to speak words, love is in the air, moving upon the wind; in the lights, the love hovers. Overwhelmed becomes a soul, trying to process such deep feelings. Is it the rhythm, that makes the love so moving, or the rhyme that makes it so divine? Just trying to compose myself, becomes a heart so eloquently moved. The love expressed in verbatim, the rhythm in the being… profoundly mused. Love spoken, in such a soothing poetic tone. A sequential rhythm, the rhyme with a poetic meaning; Poetry, and the eMotion. The sweet metrical rhythm, moving heart to know a graceful release. I’m absolutely sure, the rhythmic movement would be a soul so breathless; a heart utterly speechless. The rhythm is moving, but the love within; what makes the rhyme, so Amazing!

Depth, what the love is; breath, what the love takes. A love that makes you forget thoughts, a heart lost in the swept away. A soul captivated wondering, how can a heart be so moved… effortlessly. Love into words, how a poetic love is truly articulated. DJ, stop the beat; if every heartbeat becomes a soul, no longer moved by the undying love. For my heart truly knows, without the love being deep down. The rhythm, and the rhyme; just words, without the truest meaning. Can my words, ever move Your heart; the way Your love continually moves my soul? Could my heart ever think of a rhyme, that could adequately describe. How the light emanates, through the warmth of the love? Within a simple rhyme, the rhythm of Your love is the verb; that gives the simplest verse meaning. To depict a mere fraction of Your love, my words could never truly… come close!

Twinkle, twinkle; Your love is in the cluster, in every little star. Every twinkle of Your love, making my heart cry. Oh, how I never have to wonder; where, oh where You truly are? All up above, hope forever shining as my northern star. Hovering above my soul, the love shimmering in my heart what You are. Twinkle, twinkle; the bright morning star. I don’t wish that I may, Your love is the might; the power used to fight the darkest night. Move to the center, don’t let my words be just meaningless banter. Twinkle, twinkle, the beauty of Your love is truly a wonder. Deep within my heart, Your love will live on and on. Forevermore, Your love will be the rhythm, and the rhyme. Truly, until the end of the time!

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The Charm!

The beauty of Your love, beyond Charming; that I’m absolutely sure. The essence within Your heart, befuddles the mind; that I truly know. Yet at the same time, Your love brings the soul so much clarity; to know how truly Amazing. Seeing Your heart at work, knowing Your presence hovers; how can a soul, not feel so blessed? I’m so glad, when the river could not be heard; the breadth of Your love, moved within the silence. A soul swimming in the deep, a heart never to know abandoned. A heart completely at a loss for word, to say how thoroughly Charming; this love is to behold… for sure. Ten thousand angels, could sing how great thou art. How can mere words, articulate a love so beautiful; yet alone, ever be able to sing the praise? But I can surely let it, let my heart be a reflection. The beauty that transcends words, the love that shimmers divinely; that glistens endlessly. Breathtaking, to watch how the love shines; beautifully in the light of heaven. Awe and amazement, poetry that can move so emotionally. The Charm, how amazingly the love; can make a heart so speechless!

Nothing else, can captivate the heart, and capture every gaze. Charmed, that’s for sure; heart and soul. How can a soul, not help but to be so dependent? Why would a heart, ever want a lucky charm; when you can know a love, that meets your every need? A love to treasure, and dearly cherish; in the here, the now; forever. A heart absolutely loving, how extraordinary, how truly special the love becomes. All my life, the love has been so faithful; so so good. A love you can trust, and truly believe in. To be overwhelmed by the presence, taken by the beauty. The love needs to be held, close to the heart. You don’t need to hang on to it, you can never know the undeniable Charm. Until the love truly has you, forever by the heart. The Charm is not meant to be hidden, but for the whole world to take notice; the love on display. Another heart needs to see, there’s truly something better; than possessing a meaningless lucky charm. Hearts are drawn to the beauty, smitten by the allure; captivated by love. A heart is convinced you have the real deal, when they can see you’re in possession; a love with such a radiant glow. The Charm, shows another heart that it’s not about feeling lucky; but being profoundly blessed. To be a soul getting to know, a heart forever admiring the awesomeness; in the everlasting Charm!

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Rise!

Though the night, though the day be a heart troubled. In the tossing, the turning; may peace be, in the stillness… of thy soul. The see, will never be the problem. When you let faith be the answer, in God’s love the anchor. Even though the struggle, is the reality. The wayward wrestle, between heart and soul. Even when you feel wounded, weary from all the battles. Just remember, it’s always darkest, before the dawn. Time, being in the Son; what heals the wounds, trying to leave you scared… for life. Troubled, doesn’t have to be called despair. Trials, they come to make your resolve even stronger. Tears, don’t mean losing. God is well able, to strengthen you. Press deeper into His love, and then press on. A heart shaken, but a soul stirred; to keep going, through what may… be still crushing. Never give up, never give in. Endure, until the end; and rise triumphant. Hold on to your faith, and against all odds; Stand!

In the middle of the storm, God is… still faithful. Every day, let your hope rise, high above the dark clouds. You don’t need to know, which way the wind may blow. You will soar even higher, when you let God’s love be; the wind beneath your wings. Above what you see, there’s a new horizon. Raise a hallelujah, make worship a lifestyle. Turn a darkened morning, into dancing. When the heart is heavy, pondering how to face a crossroad? Jesus, will show your heart the way. If you dare, to trust His love. Even if, your world is feeling shattered? Hope in God, finds a place called gracefully, within what’s broken. Rise with the day, rise up on a prayer; and you will be able, to ride out the rising tide. Dream dreams, but have a vision; the coming Son, piercing the sky. Restful, not in laying the head down; but knowing, where to lay all your burdens? At the foot of the cross, bow your head low; then Rise… forever, with the Lord!

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When Pen…

Your love, has such a way with my heart. Your love gives my heart the ability, to express what was buried deep within. It might seem, my heart has a way with words; but it’s not so. My heart is just the pen, Your love the ink. A crimson love, what flows endlessly. Words, captured by the heart; stirred up deep within. But first, my heart had to learn how to deal; with a wayward mind. So my soul could know how to pour out the love, within a heart… moved by words. When pen meets paper, love will forever be the story. A heart trying to write down, every single drop of the love. Within every stroke, love illuminated through words. Undeniable, the love never having to be questioned. Intentional, evident when the love resonates. My heart doesn’t need a ruler, straight and to the point; how depth of love is measured. I won’t to tip toe, around my insecurities. There’s nothing impressive in the writing, it’s the love that makes the story breathe; through a love deeply felt. A heart speechless, letting the love speak; through each word!

How deep is this love, the length, height, and breadth; beyond simple words. My heart watches in true amazement, how fear is just shadows; that doesn’t cast a single doubt. There’s vulnerability, in being broken. But love can never truly flow deeply, if the unknown is what becomes the focus. Forever changed, a heart and soul gelled within, love divine. Stop my heart, let Your love be the only thing; that moves my soul. Let the love within overflow, a heart sharing a thousand stories. Expand my heart, contract my soul; let every moment be breathless. Let every breath within my lungs, be a heart captivated by the overwhelming breadth. In my heart there’s life, Your love is what flows. If You were to ever remove the love, my heart would surely have nothing; worth writing about. As long as You live deep within, the love will never end. Every time when Pen, meets paper; may it be undeniably clear, the love… is You!

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Pull It Down!

Pull it down, pull every single one down. Every weapon, every stronghold; pull them all down. Lay your burdens down, not your soul to be trampled on. Don’t give in to the culture, what is normalized. It’s time to realize, behind every scheme; there’s a plot, meant to become your grave. The thief has plans, but God has His plan; to Not let you be destroyed. You were made, to bind; not be bound. Weapons are formed, but You are Made; in the image of God. Weird the sword, in the name of Jesus. That’s how, Generational chains are broken. Tear it down, the veil; pull it all down. Don’t let anything blind your heart, from seeing the truth. The fight, is for the soul; the next generation. No one, has the power to nullify; void your worth. Even if, you gave it away; Take It Back. All power is given, not taken. Whatever you continually wrestle with, whatever roots you need to pull up? Don’t hesitate, the time is now. Anyone, or anything that has a hold over you? Jesus’ name, it Will be Cancelled!

Though the struggle is real, and the battles are fierce. Speak life, over every circumstance. Your health might be failing, but don’t let your resolve; ever be a heart knowing defeated. Cracks in your armor, doesn’t mean your soul is losing. When you can see in the spirit, that every opposition has already been cancelled. Your soul shall surely live, in the peace. The cracks, the attacks; just distractions, to get you off track. Just remember this simple fact, that when you boldly act; a conquering spirit, becomes the knack. Don’t ever throw a quiver, pull an arrow out of your emboldened quiver; and aim your arrow high. In the natural, the blood is under the flesh. But in the spirit, the flesh forever thrives; under the blood… Whatever comes, trying to steal your destiny? God wants me to tell you, it’s Cancelled. Declare, Proclaim; Receive, your victory. Pull it down, and every day; keep Pulling it Down!

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My Cinderella!

You stepped into my life, then slowly entered my mind; then, I didn’t want you to leave… my heart. Let my love whisper into your soul, tell you what’s on my heart; your love. A lot of wine, two hearts in twine. Your love slow dancing with my heart, under the moonlight. Love finding the way together, by a love so divine. Five minutes to midnight, the moon so right; it’s a full heart. Neither one of us, have learned how to say goodbye. Cinderella, your love is not a mystery. Your heart is the treasure, worth pursuing. The adventure, what each day will bring. Let me hold the door, let me take your hand; your love has me by the heart. The love is strong, but; if you should ever feel the need, to question this heart of mine? Yes, I’m going to love you true; until the end of time. I know you want it too, forever. The love feels too good, for it to ever be wrong; you’re my Cinderella. Puff, the love is magic; where as the years gone?

Changed, God predestined the love of a virtuous woman; to help soften the heart of this man. In the midnight hour, your love shimmers like the star you are. The love in your eyes, soft and refreshing. Your presence, like a gentle summer breeze. The wind in your hair, the sun on your skin; the breath of God within your heart. A love so sweet, like tender drops of honey. Your smile, lights up every single one of my nights. I don’t have to wish upon a thousand stars, this love is not a fairytale; it’s one in a million. My heart knew years ago, a love so real; was written forever in the heavens. This love is ageless, as we walk together through life. Hand in hand, barefoot along the sands of time. My heart admirers your soul, as it frolics and dance… to the light of God’s love. Captured by each of my loving graze, a love so dear. Better than I was, more than I am; knowing your love. A perfect fit, the day your love slipped into my heart. Beautiful are your feet, and lovely the heart of my angel!

Darling, when I cause the rain to fall. Put your head on your pillow, rest assured and know; my love will always be there, in the morning. Cinderella, even if our stories get crossed. Your love the beauty, my heart the unlikable beast. Know that forever, how the story ends. Sleeping beauty, everyday; I kiss an angel good morning. When we touch, whenever our lips meet. Candy, what I call you girl. Even when we get old and gray, upon your heart, endless love; I will love you like that. Time may change, your brown hair gray; but that’s okay, I’m not in love with the changing times. Though the year, my heart will hold you close. Every girl wants to be a princess, and every sweet lady; should be treated as a queen. Today, I celebrate you; and thank the good, Lord. For thinking my heart worthy to share, the love He put within your soul. My Cinderella, your love is still dancing… with my heart!

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Guilty!

If loving You, makes my heart guilty of needing Your love? Then I will gladly, confess my needy ways; in a court of public opinion. If wanting to love You, until my last breath has gone? Makes me guilty, wanting to wait to then… to exhale. I cannot tell the lie, have my soul deny the undeniable truth; breathless, how I choose to forever live. The plain and simple truth, I have already embraced the fact. Needing Your love, will never be the apology; uttered from within these unwavering lips. Your love moves, underneath my every breath. So much so, that my actions have made this heart of mine guilty. Confession of this love, not do to the want; but every much the need. If, you believe you must. Go ahead, question my motives, interrogate what this love is truly worth; everything. Throw the book at my heart, the word; written deep within my soul. You can put my heart, into a predetermined boxes; my soul won’t be swayed. For this I will take the stand, stand out; what my heart will do. I will stand up, vigorously defend this love. Words, they can never slander my resolve. Smears, only bother a heart worried; about a meaningless reputation. I’m not guilty, for aiding and abetting. It’s in-bedded within, the love is not hidden; it’s boldly on display. This is not a crime, but I can’t deny the passion!

My heart, will never rescind the love. You can never lock away a heart, when the love breaks every chain. A so called trial, is just a test… of character. A soul sitting speechless in the stillness, captured by love. But, if the truth ever gets you twisted. Guilty in your eyes, doesn’t change the freedom; I have found within. I plead guilty, to be a heart captivated. I don’t fear, being found guilty of loving deeply. For, when it’s all said and done; works and deeds can be judged. But no one, can truly judge the heart. A shackled mind, means a heart still bound; not willing to confess, to a soul conviction. A heart can never say, the love is free indeed. If the love, is always hidden. For a soul, to live deep in love; the heart has to first make the choice, to be unapologetic. True Love, doesn’t need a twisting of the arm; the begging, or the pleading. So yes, if loving You makes me guilty, of needing Your love? I gladly confess, that I am he. Guilty by association, Your love, My heart; what this will forever be!

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First Love!

Still, always, forever; my first love, that will never change. Hell, death has no hold. Your love called to my heart, and my soul ran out of my grave cloths. Your love is still the anchor, my soul securely tethered to. Your love did what no other would, fought to show that my heart had worth. You won my heart, You have my soul. Your love is my song, every lyric, every verse; it makes my heart sing. Your heart is the light, shines like a lighthouse. It’s what guides my soul, through the darkest nights. It’s my strong tower, the only fortress my heart has ever known; a refuge in the storm. My greatest joy, what it’s always been. Lover, oh my soul; still yearn to know Your heart. Heart to heart, that’s the encounter; for my soul to taste the sweetest love. Your love is the fire, the flame upon my heart. The love still burns deep, my soul is forever set ablaze. The beautiful exchange, so beautiful a transformation; what You’ve made out of my soul. Breathless, what You’ve made my heart… become. My heart truly adores You, every breath I have… it’s yours. Nobody else, will ever get me, get this; My First Love, it’s You… Abba!

When I talk about first love, for me that’s literal. I grow up, without knowing a true earthly father’s love. Even though, I was an only child; I never had a close loving relationship with my mother ether. I was the first born for my father, but he didn’t embrace the daddy role. My mother had left me in the Caribbean at about age four, to build a new life for us in another country. Off and on, I was able to visit my father. At age six, he put me on a plane; never to inquire about me again. For the next twenty years, we only had one encounter. When I was sixteen, my mother planned a trip to the Caribbean. When I was reunited with my mother, and because she was a single mother; she enrolled me in a boarding school/home. I lived there, from age six to ten. Even though, we could go visit on the weekends; my mother didn’t drive. So therefore, I didn’t always get the chance, for the change of scenery. Fast forward to being married, I wanted my father to know his grandkids. I heard he was in the U.S visiting, so I took my eight year old son at the time on a plane; to go meet his granddad. Eventually, he also got a chance to me the entire family. He’s now in his seventies, with failing health. And the one child, he hesitated to lay claim to, is the only one he has a relationship with now; to help defray some of the health cost!

Maybe, that helped drive my heart; deep into an introverted silent river, where my heart spent many years. My heart, could have gone down so many paths. But God, His love hovered; stayed with me there, embracing my soul in the stillness. Then took my heart out of the river, and placed it in an ocean; encompassed my soul with His love. So I can now tell you, why I know deeply. The love that glistens profoundly, upon the river of my soul. Predestined, when He set the stage, for a true love encounter. He will always be there for you, every step of the way. Just like you, I can share a thousand stories; things we encounter along the journey. My life isn’t special, it’s the love within; that changed the meaning. I said that, to say this. Knowing God’s love first, what made it possible for my heart; to know a better relationship. I wasn’t planning to share all this, but felt I needed to explain the why; First Love? My friends, let me ask you this? What brings your heart, the greatest joy? What do you know, you can always hold on to; when your soul, is in the middle of a hurricane? When the water just won’t recede, where do you go for refuge? But most importantly, in a time such as this; what’s your, First Love?

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