Tag: Spiritual

To Be, in Love’s Care!

Love, my soul would be absolutely lost, without your presence guiding. Wrapped up tight in your love, is to be in your endless embrace. Breath taken, words lost, the heart found, breathless, drowning within an ocean of love. To be truly contented, to be profoundly aware, flaws could never define, the true content within a heart. Deeper in love, after the fall, comes the stand, will you stay in love? When, nothing else will do, love takes the heart to new heights. To be, a soul touched deeply, by the breadth. An extraordinary feet, love requires only six inches. For love’s whisper to be, and the love to move, from ear to heart. Love imparts, the understanding will be, the love reciprocated. Love bares the soul, exposes the heart!

Love, doesn’t need a rhyme, for love to be the reason. Why in every heart there be the rise, the fall, the rhythm in every heartbeat, moved with every breath. With care, we pant softly, to let love carry the vulnerable heart truly. With care, love gathers up the brokenness, the pieces becoming a heart, whole. With care, love pulls you through the moments, with every expression, love releases the heart, to be… free, with wings like an eagle. With every encounter, love encourages. To exist, to draw breath into being, the heart deeply moved. When love takes place, the love has happened. When love materializes, the love has come to pass. When love is positioned, the love will be… forever. When love remains, the fragrance lingers. When love persist, love will prevail. When love finds the heart, to be, or not to be… in love, never the question. The heart falls, but will it rise up, forevermore? Life’s greatest moment, about becoming; what your love was meant to be. A search of the heart, therein lies the eternal answer. Love is a sacrifice, with a price, satisfaction when gone are the days. The heart stops chasing, after what won’t last, but will be. A love story, even through an introverted prism. Still a tale to be, the love shared, from a endearing heart!

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Love, the Stronghold!

Love, knows a hideaway, the place, where the heart can retreat. A safe place, in the deep of love’s embrace. Heart and soul, strengthened to withstand, the sands of times. An ocean without borders, a river with living water. An oasis will be, a soul resting, on the peaceful sure. Time sways the minutes, but can’t change what you make, become the moment. When, love becomes the stronghold, chains are broken. The power of love, strength through a graceful plain. The height, gives sight to the perspective. The breadth, what fathoms the depth therein. Love, whispered into the soul, tells the heart, I see into you, to the deepest places. Wherewith, deep in being, the truest sanctuary, found in love’s graceful moments. Love, has a secret place, wherein life breathed, breathless becomes the encounter. The soul, finding comfort to breathe, love’s blessed assurance, your heart will be okay. When, you know love as a stronghold, it’s an intimate place, with its beautiful exchange, where your peace can rest. A soul free, to know your faith is held, when love holds your gaze. A place, where you can profoundly breathe, be a soul surrendered, to the love within. Love withholding nothing, a heart under the canopy, in the refuge of grace. Hopes and dreams, are discovered in; Love’s stronghold!

“Are you weary, carrying a heavy burden? Come to me. I will refresh your life, for I am your oasis. Simply join your life with mine. Learn my ways and you’ll discover that I’m gentle, humble, easy to please. You will find refreshment, and rest in me.” Matthew 11:28-29 TPT

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Caught Up!

Caught up in the moment, a heart, swept by the love. Out on the proverbial limb, you’re hanging, on to every word, love whispers. My soul, left me, my love needed to be enlightened. Out in the open, my heart was exposed. In the stillness, under the quiet; love came, rested on my heart. Love is like the wind, it blows your mind, takes your breath. On wings of the butterflies, chasing after love, how you catch your breath. Like a kite, my soul hung on to the breadth, to love’s breathless whim. No strings, but my soul tethered, love has me by the heart. Attached, to the unconditional love, and the affection. The forever sway, wind may I; be overwhelmed by love’s unyielding draw. Oh, I’m caught up, a soul profoundly moved, swayed by love’s unwavering presence. What has this come to mean, what has love done to me? This heart of mine, was arrested, by love. I got caught, now love has captured my gaze. It wasn’t a catch twenty, my soul not damned; freely, I do this, give my heart to love. No retreat, no remorse; my soul surrendered. When, your heart gets caught, between the moonlight, and the gravity of heaven. The best thing your soul can do, let your heart, fall… in love, again and again. Life can make you, get caught up in the excitement, but is the love endless? For me, and my heart; everything is changing. I’m no longer, waiting to exhale, a second wind has my breath. When you’re caught up, all you know; time is a distraction. A heart taken captive, all that matters; what will the love story become? The journey, your soul being caught up, in the rapture… of love!

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When Words, Are Not Enough!

Even if, I can speak with the voice of an angel. My words, in of itself would not be enough. If my speech, wasn’t uplifting, didn’t inspire. If, my heart wrote with eloquence, but every time the ink bleeds. When pen touches paper, would the words resonate, a nuanced glow, a divine presence? Love, not read to be moved, but to seek the meaning of love, to be inspired… by The Word. A heart, not meant to be a pen, trying to leave its mark. Pointed thoughts, without the love flowing, a tainted perspective. Love will never be, words passing in the night. Pretty words, with a poetic flow, rudderless words, if not anchored by the essence. Love’s true excellence, the meaning felt. When it’s love in action, not words acting, but an authentic heart revealed. The love, permeating throughout every word. Love, enlightens the words, illuminates the heart, lights up the conversation. Words can influence, but won’t change one mind, if the truth doesn’t emanate. Words by itself, not enough to profoundly change, an indifferent heart. When, a heart is influential, it’s love engaging, and the words provoking. Words have power, the spoken word, telling a powerful tale; what’s in your heart? Whenever the heart, find itself lost in the dark. Words won’t be enough, if in it love is not the lighthouse. The reason why, words in love, radiates the brightest, even in the darkest moments!

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The Impossibility!

So many words have tried, the seemingly impossible task. Tried to come between, my love, and my heart. But, to no avail, thus they have come to realize, it’s impossible. Their futile aim, leads down an aimless path. The road to their inevitability, undoable led to an impossibility. Like, a melody sweetly holding me, my heart slow dances, with my endless love. Just like, how it’s impossible to separate, the sea from my sure. When love has become, the depth in what you see. It’s not possible, to stop the stars from shining, the night teaching the moonlight, how to take your breath. There’s a gravity, to my reality; when, my soul touches the stars, it’s love taking me there, see a glimpse into heaven. It’s out of the question, it’s not worth considering. Don’t ever asking my heart, to turn my back, on love. Therein lies the reason, love has already done the unthinkable, the unachievable, the unimaginable, the inconceivable; love, made my heart a believer. When the soul is pricked, the ink bleeds, love spills on the paper. Making it impossible, for my heart to separate. What came from my soul, or the words penned, dripping from the love within. When you’re drowning, but yet; that’s how you learn how to live breathless. It’s impossible, to fathom an ocean. But, the heart of a deep river, can come to know the breadth. When love is the reason, the Impossibilities, are attainable!

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Her Love!

Let my heart, tell of her beauty; the glow captures, her radiance moves, with every glimpse. Her heart, has a mystique, reflections of an angelic hue. The power of her love, holds your gaze. She gave me her love, so, why wouldn’t I reciprocate, trust her with my heart. My soul is serene, in the arms of her love. Her beauty, the love inside of her. Her strength, every breath she takes. Her worth, a jewel dancing in plain sight, the muse in my peripheral. My summertime contemplation, how will my heart, get to appreciate the fragrance of her love. Her quintessence, a painted depiction. Her heart, a mosaic work of art. Her love, shapes my heart, into a lovely texture. Vividly, her love a portrayal, captured in the most beautiful expression. Every brush with my soul, her love, making my heart become a display, how her love paints my life. Her love, tells a compelling story. Every chapter, etching the breadth. Her lyrical love, sings like a ballad. A love song, the words written, left on the pages of my heart. Her imperfect ways, the way my heart knows. Perfect love, a masterpiece won’t be created, if the flaws are not embraced. Her love is, royalty, why I crown her heart, with my love. From the moment, her love rested on my heart. Two hearts, with one heartbeat. Slow waltzing into, the wee hours of forever. The magic, the moments, casting an illustrative allure!

Her love, talks in my sleep, the secrets of her heart whispered, for my soul to keep. Her heart, quietly speaks, her soul soft spoken. Her love, leaving a profound effect, in my deepest dreams. Though, the heart creates moments, love what makes it become our reality. Love decorated, beautified my life, now a wonderful part of my world. My house, not a home, true love made it complete. A chair, just a chair for one. Her heart, transformed a home, with a loveseat. When, I wore a younger man’s shoes, love walked into my heart. A love, too beautiful for words, imparts the deepest truths. Love of a lifetime, love of a royal decent, a heart you crown with your love. Sweet sixteen, the first moment. My heart, celebrated the birth of her love. Two teens, our hearts dancing, to an 80’s slow jam; “you are my lady, you’re everything I need.” Thirty plus years, through the lens of my heart. Her love, sweet sixteen again, and again. Her heart, hasn’t aged a day, but yet the love, grows more profound. My sweetest days, seeing when her love smiles, at me. Her heart, her soul, her love; my treasured gift, sent from heaven!

Happy birthday, to my beloved!

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Pray!

Where does a heart go, when you can’t catch your breath? The wind taking it, with the butterflies in your stomach? What do you do, when you’ve prayed, but there’s seems to be a change, in the direction of the wind? Keep praying. What should you do, when you’re on pins and needles, when there’s a sharp pain in your faith? Get on your knees, and search your heart. There’s strength in knowing, this too shall pass. What are you to do, when your loved ones are in a state of chronic, but it’s your heart chronicling? By keeping them in prayer, like writing a love letter on their heart. A prayer today, a true blessing tomorrow. On the road called life, when it seems you’ve lost your way? I pray, you would come to know, that Grace is always there, to take you by the heart. To comfort your soul, help guide you through the journey, until you’ve reached your destiny. Life, is but a breadth, so live it well. Sow good seeds, and your heart will see the harvest. Yes, I pray your life becomes, a profound love story. Every chapter, every paragraph, every verse. Making the heart swell, with tears of joy. The presence of love, felt deep within the heart. Nothing else, can let the soul rest with peace. Whenever, your words become speechless, emotions invading your peace; say a silent prayer. Your worth is relevant, what others think irrelevant, to what your heart believes. Love and support, gives you a heart to lean on. Today, and every day: I Pray, love becomes that faithful friend. That won’t ever let your heart, feel abandoned, I’m your time of need!

“Whenever my busy thoughts, were out of control, the soothing comfort of your presence, calmed me down and overwhelmed me with delight.”Psalms 94:19 TPT

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Rest In Peace!

Life, takes you through a paradox. The looming conflict, between heart and mind. A shift in the perspective, when moments become part of the journey, this side of time. I didn’t, used to count the stars, that was then, but this is when. My heart, needs to see you in it. Every twinkle in my eyes, holds my love and gaze. Why hold my breath, for my heart would surely know; it doesn’t mean death. Only time, to close my eyes, to let my soul go home. In my peace, I know how love rest, with the keeper of the stars. In my heart, the love I know, will never die. When, her love was birthed, I cried. Laughed, her joy was given for me to hold. Her love came to be, and I was the first to hold it. The breadth of her love, my soul heard still whisper. And since, forever and a day; the love has been held, so close to my heart. She was everything, her heart sent here to be, an angel in disguise. For a time, for a season, love the reason. But now, a piece of my heart, has found the wind, my breath has been taken. So, why wouldn’t time stand still, to let me chase after my heart? The missing peace, leaves you grasping at reality. A beauty butterfly, with wings spread wide, is flying free. In the heavens, within my loving gaze. I awaken, having to pinch myself. Is it real, is it just a dream. To find there’s a heaviness, resting on your heart!

Thoughts fade away, but moments lives on, in your heart. Don’t let it go, heart; hold on to the memories. Even though, the heaviness weighs my heart, the love will rest forever. Even, with the weight of the world, on my shoulders. The feeling, I can bare. It’s my feelings, I want right there, to remind me, you’re still on my heart. I don’t need, to indulge in unhealthy substances, that can’t ease the pain. Undeniable love, with profound context, what numbs the weight, but the love still breathless. Time spent, searching my heart for words, will never be wasted. Even though, time moves on, my heart will breathe easy knowing, time is irrelevant. My love, will forever move in and throughout time, arrested in beats per minute. When I rest my hope, I don’t have to lie awake in my dreams. To know, everywhere I go, traveling through time. An empty space in my heart, will never change the gravity, in my reality. Physicality, neither here nor there, when consequential the presence of love, lingering within my breath. The best thing, love happens to be? Knocking on heaven’s door, love comes to visit you, in your grief. My heart, doesn’t have to fear tomorrow. I will for ever and ever, keep the undying love, pressed up against my heart. In the moments shared, in the sights I see, with the stories told. Everywhere I go, her love will be there, with me. It doesn’t matter, if after years, the weight is still deeply crushing. That only means, the love is alive. And some day, when my soul, can no longer bare the weight. When time has run its course, my love story has reached the end. That is then, and this is when. I will be able to Rest In Peace, with you, baby girl!

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Love, is That You?

Love, is that you, knocking at my heart? Is that your presence, peering into my soul? Is that you, in plain sight, waiting to take my breath? Is that you I feel, pressing up against my soul? Is it your allure, persuading my every heartbeat? Is it your breadth, breathing life into my soul? Is it your light, dancing within my gaze. Is it your smile, shining like the morning sun? Is it your hue, hovering so close to my heart? Is that your fragrance, lingering throughout the day? Is that your warmth, moving within every gentle breeze? Is it your voice, whispering within the stillness, speaking into my soul? Are you the endearing words, changing my perspective? Is the love I know a dream, or is it you awakening, provoking my endless daydreams? Are you the waves, the emotions crashing against my heart? Love, oh love, you must be an ocean, making every drowning breathlessly? Are you the pebble skimming, stirring my silent river, to become your deep river? Is it your peace, invading my thoughts? Are you the gentle nudge, pushing to know, the strength of my love? Are you the laugh, echoing within my joy? Are you the freedom, walking throughout my soul? Are you the song, playing the perfect melody? Are you the love, within my story, the word written upon my heart? Are you the spark, igniting love’s deepening passion? Are you the seed, embedded deep within my being? Are you the timeless flower, the love petals falling along my most intimate path? Are you the wings, making my soul soar. Are you the mist, making the rain fall from my eyes? Is it you that made, my heart beat for first time? Are you the thunder, beating within my chest? Love, my soul knows it’s You, but sometimes it seems. I’m getting to see, how you engage a heart, like it’s the very first time!

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Love, Oh Love!

Love, oh love. Today, every day, there’s this feeling, invading my thoughts. Asking but telling, my breath will be taken. Love, oh love, there’s this smile, with a confident grin. Again tomorrow, my thoughts will be invaded, my heart will again be stirred. Oh love, in this feeling, there’s no subtlety, no remorse. In the taking, and my heart giving. Love, oh love, tell me; what should I do? When the mind acts a fool, but your heart says it’s cool? We’ve all been there, it’s not a foolish heart, when the feeling is profound. Love, is it silly to think, when you run into love’s fire, the flames won’t chase after your heart, to become a soul consumed. Love, oh Love, what do you do? When you’re confronted, by the emotion, sometimes called desire, some define it as passion. Perhaps, no I’m truly convinced; it becomes a mutual understanding; within heart and soul. The feeling, pushing you to be, pressing your confidence to become, devoted affection. The inexhaustible tendencies, more than reactional, the shaping of the characteristics. Love, oh Love, this feeling; it’s like waves crashing, the breathtaking, the drowning, in an ocean. What do you do, when the feeling says; there’s no catch, no strings. But yet, you give your everything… willingly, with no prenuptial. Love, oh Love, what’s a heart to do? When it’s you, Love; when you’re the feeling, making me absolutely complaisant, in this heartfelt tale!

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