Tag: Spiritual

My Heart, Spoken For!

My heart, has never claimed to be eloquent, what’s deep down, what needs to be evident, what’s spoken for be relevant. My soul, bound by its vow, my heart tethered to the know how, to be married to its conviction. The moment, my heart jumped the broom, my soul was groomed to make room. In a world, wanting to silence your voice. What they fail to understand, for many years, my voice lived deep within a silent river. Drowning breathlessly, in an introverted see, of what my heart perceived. When, a child realizes his father, refuses to acknowledge his worth, mother was too preoccupied with life. His heart, could have found itself lost, within the depth of the silence. But, my words reserved, to let my soul be preserved, my heart be deserved, of being spoken for. Not enough, could have been the narrative, but my heart found an alternative. The spirit inside, said my heart was so much more, than what hopelessness deceives. In the midst of life’s battles, within the valley of shadows, my heart didn’t fear the unknown. My soul, persevered within the trenches, my heart kept focused under fire. It’s been tested, now it’s vested. A heart not ashamed, to let the story be known, what has been fortified. Pictures my heart paints, texturized by what my soul knows, profoundly framed in the meaning of its portrayal. And now, the words my soul finds, bleeds inked from the bottom of my heart, revealing they’re spoken for. When, the trajectory of my story, could have been predictable. The worth I found deep within, made it tenable. Within the stillness of my soul, Love made it known, my heart, spoken for!

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On My Way to Heaven!

On my way to heaven, my heart met an angel, traversing time, in between our soul’s existence, love’s deepest breadth revealed. Thirty eight years, feels like a thousand, on our way to forever. Within her care, my heart in no haste, resting deep within love’s embrace. Trying to find, hoping to become, what my love needed to be, deeply enlightened. You see, heaven is my destiny, but before my soul journey’s there. This angel’s love, my soul’s mate, sent to search my heart, test my love’s resolve. My soul, wouldn’t dare claim, her heart doesn’t have wings. In my heart of hearts, her love takes flight, takes my love to new heights. My breath, doesn’t have to hold tight, deep in my soul this feels right. Love heaven sent, be a lifetime spent, knowing love heartfelt. Her heart’s angelic verb, likened to love’s healing herb. Her love a song, harped rhythmically felt strong. Love’s beauty capturing your gaze, its sway moving you all your days. Heaven, doesn’t seem a far off place, your heart totally eclipsed by the light of its hue. In her reflection, glimpsed the keeper of the stars. In between here, and eternity; lived, loved, discovered angels are real. Traversing the way of love’s celestial plane, my soul had an encounter. On my way to heaven, my heart, met an angel!

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I’m.

I’m a simple man, with a complicated heart. My love is inquisitive, my soul intuitive, my heart perceptive. Will never speak my mind, unless my heart gives it permission, love being its mission. I’m. My love is glaring, my heart is caring, my soul is daring; a reflection. I’m a son, a brother, a husband, a father; I’m just a man. Predestined to serve, destined to preserve, true meaning of love. I’m. Don’t step to me, unless you’re willing to throw down. Throw down what harms, to embrace love’s charm, love with open arms. I’m. My heart is full, my days filled with love’s noble quest to be, and will only make room for Just, you. You who need encouragement, you with a broken heart. You looking for a heart willing to listen, to whatever’s on yours. I’m. There’s so much on my shoulders, but my spirit’s never crushed, a lot on my plate, but my hopes never shattered pieces. In love I put my trust, to bear the weight, there’s no time for hate. And, when night falls, and the dawn calls, love makes my heart befall, and I’m!

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The Quest! 

On the road called life, the search for one’s purpose, the trek to boldly go, where love has its sway. Time to time, in love’s journey we get lost, just trying to find ourselves. One moment, the hills seem so alive, with the sound of music. Then, in the blink of an eye, the music fades. The silence so deafening, it’s shattered dreams. But, Hope comes knocking at your soul, helping pick up the pieces of your heart. And, another quest to discover, rediscover more of life’s endearing moments, through the lens of love. Every day, for our heart life has a test, the request, do our very best. Within the moments, in every season rediscovering destiny’s reason. Love’s trajectory destined, swayed by resolve’s perception. The cusp of every breath’s beginning, relying on the heart’s breathless expedition, uncovering the nuances of love’s every breadth. Along the heart’s quest, love lights a candle, the soul guided by the wick of its hue. Navigating life, belief from deep within your chest, to reach the attainable crest. Unbearable, never to be mistaken same as unbelievable. Unbearable moments, can’t refute the heart’s unbelievable resilience. Life’s daily quest, to be all you can be, without being so much in haste, forgetting the journey gets us all there, with grace. Hearts persuaded, to chase after your dreams. Worth compelled to live, love, laugh, have your being. Not compromising your soul, trying to fit into someone else’s re-quest. The soul’s quest, to follow your heart, be led by love’s northern star, its quest near or far. The moon, the sun, the stars, revolving in love’s benevolence. During the quest, the inevitable wrestle with our heart and the bear, the sorrows that leave our soul at a loss. But yet, what seems hopeless, has a tendency to leave a heart speechless, with every fearless conquest. A heart with the courage, to fight not just for what’s right, but what in the wee hours, holds our soul tight. Every heartfelt encounter, the quest to be, seen fighting for what we love, the truth in what we believe. The Quest… ion is, do we live the journey, to its fullest?

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Into the New!

Love, takes hearts into the new, the journey to find its vista. Renewed hopes and dreams, where darkness can’t sway the light, within an enlightened soul. Love’s wondrous star, lends you its angelic light, to be the radiant beam, emanating within a soul’s benevolent hue. A heart in a place, where beliefs precede new possibilities, begets life’s new opportunities. When night befalls, the soul harkens to hear, love’s endearing call. In you, love is the candle, its flame giving a heart sight. Within the twilight, hope permeates into the dawn. Letting the morning light become, love’s glow penetrating the day. Smiling beautifully, shining endlessly, illuminating life’s essence breathlessly, love’s ray of sunshine. When life comes crashing down, even just a flicker, kindles hopelessness. Love’s wick, sparked by tethered hearts, candled light of love’s vigil, providing comfort within the window of lost souls. Stepping into the new, distinguishes the flame of blue, love’s light lit true. Everyday’s newness, be caring, its breadth be sharing; love, and the grace within. Every heart, elevating its perspective, igniting its soul a new. A children of the light, open to forever let the love within shine!

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My, Most Trusted Adviser!

So many, wanted to affirm my worth, but yet, never engaged my soul. My heart, only one dimension in being. They, didn’t have the means to marry, my heart and soul. What, makes the totality of every decision whole. Every, true investor knows, a lasting heartfelt plan, is never about the man, or what’s in his hand. Love’s heart to heart foundation, starts with the end in mind, the investment into love being sustainable. Love, in its most loving capacity, the trust built on sound advisory, does it speak volumes? Its finality, love so profitable, its benefits are financially sound. A love so priceless, silver and gold, lose its luster, in comparison. Love’s advice, never let your heart be miss led. It’s not what’s in your head, what lays gently on the bed; but, what transcends. Love, doesn’t have need of a best friend, it seeks a friend indeed. What, helps the heart heed, and lets the soul feed, on the sum of its goodness!

My consultee, wifey, for the he-man in me. Her loving investment, astutely advises this serious cat, to her I tip my hat. She’s a counselor to my heart, a gentle guide for my soul, a consultant to my hopes, a confidant to my dreams. Mutual interest, the fundamentals to love’s profitability. Life, the teacher every soul learns from. As for me, and my heart, love tutors my soul. Best advice, never reciprocate charitable love, through a legalistic lens, or it won’t therefore, become its holistic encounter. She, an aide to my soul, a helper to my heart. Her love’s so bold, never hesitating to inform my ego, you’ve been told. Her heart with no holds barred, her love never cold, never undersold. So, what supposed my heart to do, but fold; initiate dearest love, investing into my honey’s do, the due. Not try to fix her heart, but invest in her worth, love her unconditionally. And why not, when she is, forever will be. My heart’s, most trusted adviser!

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Song in the Night!

Some nights, dreams are of love’s beauty, of fairy tale’s bliss. Oh, but this, a tale about real love, a song in the night. Soul laid bare, heart swaddled gently, lying in the warmth of love’s embrace. Oh, but in the soul’s haste, it nudged the heart hoping to get a taste. Of what not soul wants to waste, the sweetness of love’s lullaby. The highs and lows, life comes with many woes, but when love draws its bow. Whoa, the soul awakened to find its heart, cradled in its might. The soul holding tight, as the heart sways breathlessly, to love’s song. New heights, never the fight, cloud nine so divine, leaving worries behind. In the midst of sweet dreams, love is made of these. So, even if the path takes the heart to valleys low, the soul would able to navigate past shadows. The ones, that want to leave the heart feeling hollow, making it easier to hear fear’s bellow; but love’s song, so so mellow. One’s heart, with a note in its tone, rest assured knowing; love song will again be reprised, its soundtrack in the night. That will again, make the soul take flight, soaring with angelic wings, as the heart sings. Love’s song, humming throughout the night. A cry in the nighttime, a heart’s sigh in the daytime. Love’s simple melody, allowing the soul a comfortable rest, even if it’s the heart’s most darkest moments. It matters not, how dark the night becomes, the heartstrings love strums, releasing its sum. Love is a lamp onto, light upon the breadth, of illuminated sight. Breathlessness of love’s song, long used to soothe, the restlessness in one’s soul. Giving the heart a reason, to know that in every season. Misty moments, sweet melodies, droplets of heaven’s dew; remnants, of love’s song in the night!

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Enlightened Heart!

When, your heart seems lost in the fog of life’s journey. Don’t, let your soul retreat into the shadows, shine bright your benevolent light. A life lived well, doesn’t live it through the lens of the peripheral, fearing the unknown. A vibrant soul, a heart living whole, basking beautifully in hope’s enlightened perspective. That not even the sun, moon, stars, can outshine the inner glow, of one’s innate spirit. A soul illuminated with confidence, repels life’s darkest moments, to enlighten one’s destiny. Every breath, taken with purpose, every step taken intentionally. One’s soul, may be so focused, that one’s heart misses its future, through the fog. An enlightened heart, guides its mind, body and soul, through the fog of love’s journey!

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Motivation’s Muse; Be… 

No heart, could exist a lifetime, without experiencing love’s birth, without one’s soul be, impacted by its rebirth. There inevitably will be, a time, a moment, within its sphere of influence. It TOUCHES the soul, even if the heart’s evasive. It invades the mind, love’s not intimidated, with food for thought. It’s not a passionless fruit, it goes straight to the root, being its muse, it’s a hoot. Love captivates the soul, it’s just that bold. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but eventually, it’s a renewed mind, it’s called a change of heart. Love, doesn’t put the cart before the horse. We, all have those proverbial rough days, that cascade into a tough year, they’re called seasons. Nights in tears, learning to fight your fears, the journey to be, unapologetically free. With every breath, one’s heart is on the cusp of having, its soul enlightened by the nuances of love’s deepest breadth. Love, doesn’t let you fall off the edge, but lets its strength be the wedge, keeping hopelessness at bay. Hey, am I talking to you? You better believe, my heart too has felt the rain, but every tomorrow, love is my sunshine that reigns; I let it be. Its saving grace will be, filled with love to be, giving you the confidence that you will be… TOUCHED, deeply!

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Wednesday Proverb; Look up!

Whenever, your heart feels like it’s lost, within the fog of love’s journey, look up. When, overwhelming sees, try to capsize your heart, drown out love’s voice, tries to sink your worth, into the depth of indifference? Look up, see your faith tethered to its lifeline, the hope found within its humanity. Whenever, daylight seems it won’t save you from heartache, or enlighten your posture? That’s the time, to get up positively, and shine… even brighter. Exercise your hopes, maneuver your dreams into position, clothe your heart within substantive desires. Even if, for a moment your light seems eclipsed by darkness, it shall surely pass. Stay vertical, your soul will profoundly see, it’s always darkest before the dawn. If, love’s radiance seems overshadowed by grievances, leaving truth twisting in the wind, look up. In the stillness, your soul will see fear hanging on by a thread, to love’s undeniable truth. Its resilience, fear’s reckoning, when love comes beckoning. Whether, sense of purpose seems in tatters, rags to riches, love for one’s self the story, look up. Despair, likes to lurk around the proverbial corner, but face that obstacle, with strength of character, take every step forward, with confidence. And if, you get knocked down, take a deep breath, and look up… to the heavens; hope is never lost!

“I took another walk around the neighborhood, and realized that on this earth as it is— The race is not always to the swift, Nor the battle to the strong, Nor satisfaction to the wise, Nor riches to the smart, Nor grace to the learned. Sooner or later, life comes to call. ” Ecclesiastes‬ ‭9‬: ‭11‬ ‭MSG‬‬

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