Tag: Spiritual

Be At Home!

Home, where the heart is… loved the most. On my door, my heart; your name, etched deep within the crevices. Your love, has never been alarmed. By what, lies in a silent insecurity. The systematic heartbeats, the love concealed; beneath every breath. My brick house, to you a facade. My walls, just clay. Molded, by the strength of your love. A love keen, into me, you see. To make a glass house pristine, no brokenness seen. Your love, the key. That made in me, a heart thrown wide open; into open arms. My heart, invited you in. To have your love stay, with me… forever. Your love, will always be welcomed here; heart and soul. My air, conditioned on my heart knowing. Your love, makes my soul exhale. You, have yet to judge me, by my mess… ed up attitude. When therein, lies served up platitude. Food for thought, my heart gets full, by all the gracious love. Tender, and so profoundly. Your love, swept my heart away. I don’t, want to seem so laid back. But my heart can’t help, leaning on your love. Where I find my peace, nestled up against your heart. My love, will find ways to touch you. I know, I can always trust you, to have my back. To be, or not to be, will never a question. In the night, love, you illuminate. The light, that never cast any doubts. Just a soul, forever enlightened. To know, when I lay my soul down. Your love, waits in the shadows. To whisper a lullaby, with a sweet melody. A love song, playing throughout my soul, and echo in the daydreams. At the end of my days, my heart, comes out of the coldness. Swayed by the love, held by the warmth; found trembling within the embrace. There’s a fire within, placed there by your love. Left blazing, burning beautifully, in my soul. In the ashes, my wings were found. A soul, free to soar higher. When time, strikes another heartstring. For the love, will meet me here again, so it can; Be at Home!

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The Sponge!

Why shouldn’t my heart, become a sponge? When, it comes to matters of the heart? Why shouldn’t my soul, let the love soak deeply in? Soak up, love into the deep places? All, that my soul can absorb. To know substantive, is to have the true understanding. That your heart, can’t truly be content, leaning on love. If your soul, can’t also find rest, in the essence. That makes, there be a noticeable change. A heart and soul, drench through and through. Love, wins the heart; will forever capture the imagination. That pads the soul, insulates from the immaterial. The heart becomes bathed, in the love. The soul washed, by the beauty. Depth, widens breadth; that deepens the experience. Not what dissipates, with a fleeting emotion. To be, or not to be. Only a question, without a momentous choice. A heart soaked, by the submergence. For the love to permeate, the soul needs to be immersed. A heart, likened as Sponge. Soaking up, the deepest love. The soul, bobbing within the ocean. Drowning in the water, living in the bliss!

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Love Hovers!

Love hovers, between every breath. It lingers in the afterglow, waits in the shadows. Hides in plain sight, to hang on every word. It’s beneath a crimson tide, drifting upon waves. In the depth of an ocean, floating through the mist. In the roses red, in the violet blue. In the moonlight, part of the starlight; seen glistening in the sunlight. Lurking under the quiet, moves through the stillness. Love is in the air, love covers. Stays suspended, through the sands of time. Love is forever, poised in a romantic way. Acts out, to become a poetic sway. Love is excess, faithful through every mess, true in every test. Sticks around, stays close. Levitates, because it’s a wonder. Love’s bigger than life, the strength to conquer fear. Clarity, to see intimately; amplified, to be the greatest. Love, is heart and soul. Through every breadth, Love Hovers!

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Lace Up Your Heart!

In, every season of life; lace up your heart. When, the day becomes another fall. In every stumble, as a brisk wind blows. It’s to let your heart know, you’re gonna be okay. Even if, the sun doesn’t shine. Spread your wings, and let your soul soar, into a new horizon. Even when, the day makes you feel like your heart’s trapped. In the middle, of a harsh wintery storm. A positive outlook, will surely keep the fire burning, deep within your soul. Whenever, your heart’s feeling the hurt. Just be still, and know; that in everything. There’s a beautiful song can be heard, speaking to your heart. If you have to, take baby steps. Crawl, walk, run; whatever you choose? Dust off your soul, and lace up your heart. Let the love for life, gird your worth. So you can start the day, with a new Spring in your step. Your soul, will surely see, this too shall pass. After the rain, May you come to see, you there’s a flower… beginning to bloom. In a season called change, there will be a Summertime. A time, to lace up your heart. At another dawn, it’s time to get ready, to let your heart shine. Though it races, through another season!

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Love, You Illuminate!

Love, you illuminate. You give light, to my every breath. Casting light, dispelling every doubt. Leaving, not even a single shadow. That the sands of time, can fade away, to just an afterglow. What, wasn’t my brightest, just a moment… in time. In my soul, your light can never be eclipsed. The darkness can’t hide, what my heart, won’t let be erased. Whenever, it seems I have nothing else to give. My heart, will recklessly abandons to you, my last breath. With just a glimpse, every breathless encounter; into you I glean. My heart, doesn’t have to flip a switch; making it just another lightbulb moment. Every illumination, radiates with such a steady glow. Showing how love, can resonate so profoundly. You’re the light, that brightens my countenance. Forever revealing, how endlessly love can glisten. With such strength, and beauty. How, can a heart ever miss, not wanting to shine like this. Love, it’s you, not me. Into my soul you see, how breathlessly love whispers. You’re the light, that makes my heart, better than it was, more than it is… without. Your light, it’s so strong. All my heart will ever need, to conquer every fear. When the days are dark, You illuminate the way; every breath you sway. Telling my heart, get ready to shine!

You, illuminated my worth, facilitated my birth. The picture, of a crimson sky. Out of the darkness, into an enlightenment. Growing up, I thought; you disowned me. But now, my horizon has grown; I can see in love forever. Forgive me, for the times I blushed. Leaving you crushed, liking just the fleeting rush. Without love, a heart will fade, into a darkened place. You, and you alone. The shining light, showing a heart… wide open, a soul not hidden. Every chain, is broken. Now, you’re the only thing; my heart is tethered to. Love, how do you do it; take my every breath? Even when, my soul hasn’t yet exhaled? How, can a soul ever hide… the love? In life, and depth; I’m enlightened. A new breath in the taking, becomes a deeper breadth with no faking. Love’s like a blessing, that’s always there. In the struggles, in the wrestling; in walking, through every valley. You, illuminate!

Why, should a heart travel the back roads. Love illuminates, the highway to heaven. The light, that doesn’t say a word. It just, dances with the soul; breathtaking the melody. This, my heart must concede. The Illuminating light of love, permeates my depth. In the journey, in every season. In the stillness, love being to speak, through the silence. In the sun, the moon, the stars, in me. Love, showed through a soul beaming. Expressions of light, through every illustration. The nuance of love, in an artistic light. Seeping through, the canvas of my heart. A guiding light, illuminating the path, that sheppard’s the heart. The ray of sunshine, that walks with you. When, the darkness throws shade. You flood my heart, with light. Every day, when the soul rises, let the roots go deep. By design, love enhances every experience, enriched becomes the encounter. A deepened love, peace like a river. Love, in this piece. My soul, is at your feet. Laying against your breadth, basking in the light. To share my heart, for you are my heartbeat. Love, You Illuminate… my heart, my soul, like this!

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The Starry Gaze!

Into the night, the heart breathlessly gazing, deep into the twilight. In the moonlight, the soul twinkling throughout the starry night. In every star, that is, every breath that was. Love’s in the air, hovering in the afterglow. The heart resonating, feeling the warmth of love; the breadth of the heavenly. In the horizon, love is rising. The heart blazing, the soul on fire. With every imaginative contemplation, the heart circling; the innermost of the souls system, frolicking through the galactic stars. Every mission the adventure, to find the true meaning of love. Under the starlight, the soul watches in anticipation. To see how, love will shape the heart, by each captivating, display of what’s deeply divine. Love, opens the heart gate. Giving the soul, the breadth to soar, feeling the shimmering light. Gird Orion’s Belt, around what a soul in love won’t waste. The breathtaking moments, when a heart gets forever swept away, into the bliss. Love implodes, when the heart and soul becomes entwined; but not completely tethered. To the gravity, of what happens. When the heart loses sight, to what truly makes the love shine. Oh, I wish that you may, wish that you might. It never be lost sight, of the heart free falling, deeper in love tonight. Love of a lifetime, makes love a true lifestyle. A heart, savoring the moments. A soul, knowing the most ecliptic love. Love, should not be about anything; it should be everything. Knowing the one true, in a confidante. Love, not meant to be on the tip of the heart. A soul living, but on the edge of forever. Love, can’t be seen through the peripheral. It’s a capture, by the innermost. Revealed, through the outermost. In every heart, that will fix the soul, on the Starry Gaze!

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The Story!

Your heart, is The Story; Your love, a song. This Story, about what’s in your heart. The love, that can calm fears; the breadth like a sweet lullaby. My soul, can curl up next to your heart. But, before it rocks me to sleep. You, always know how to read my heart. Loving you tell my soul, the night will be alright. Your heart, will be there at the dawn. You’re amazing, that’s; the best part of The Story. Every day, it Story Time. The T to the H to the E… asy does it heart; “The Story, it’s not about U!” This Story, about The Word; that will shape the heart, and the mind. It all, starts with one word; “LOVE!” But, for every Story to truly resonate? It starts with the conText. So, let me take you back to the beginning; introduce you to my heart!

The Story, began with my heart learning to crawl. Then walk, with confidence. A soul ready, to run into the embrace, the loving arms of love. No words, a heart not yet have words. Baby steps, what steadied the heart; to understand the true breadth of life. Love, becomes a language. At the point, when your soul has a Story; that only your heart can express. Love, hovers in the air. The soul, teaches the heart how to speak. How to extract, the words lingering beneath the depth. Even when, the heart seems at a loss for words. Don’t get me wrong, every heart has a Story. But not every Story, has an happy ending. For any heart, learning how to deeply love. The Story, will always start with a struggle; convincing both heart and soul. To get, for the love to be… forever!

Sometimes, the Story reads like, your heart can definitely relate. Only, to later find out. The end, didn’t turn out, the same way the love began. A true love Story, not just about how it started. But, that the heart will stay engaged. Until the love, has exhaled; the soul taking its last breath. With, any good Love Story; for there to be true understanding. The heart, needs to be wide open. So, the true meaning can be captured, with depth of soul. For the heart to live, air is breathed. But, for the soul to thrive… in love. Breathless, needs to be part of the unforgettable Story. The never ending love, that became; your never ending Story. So, hearts get ready; it’s Story Time. Let the love, in you be seen, heard, read. As a truly believable, Love Story!

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Living Hope!

Underground, where life begins. In the quiet, within the stillness, through the depth. In a fertile ground, let the roots go deep. Let the water swell, your soul be well. Let the love, grow deeper. Giving the heart, an undeniable tell. The greatest love, rescue story ever read; written on the heart. That’s continually moving, forever shifting; deeply through the soul. A heart being captured, in the taking of the deepest breadth. The living hope, at the center of being. Deeply rooted, with not even a hair off. A soul anchored, nestled deep in the crevices… of love. This I know, the love is felt. It moves the heart, stirs the soul. Deep in the river, in the breadth, calmness found. Like an ocean, the love becomes a flood; the heart never wants to end. Morning, by morning; the soul rises, with the tide. For at the end, the soul will be found in… the depth, living breathlessly. This, my heart knows for sure. Living in the goodness, the well running over. In the presence, the soul will dwell. A heart, expose by the truth. Whispers of love, will forever be. Close to your heart, hovering over your soul. A heart and soul, dipped in a crimson. The love, The Living Hope!

“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! According to his great mercy, he has caused us to be born again to a living hope, through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead,” 1 Peter‬ ‭1:3‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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Fun Friday; Passionate vs Faithfulness!

Passionate, Faithfulness; two true heavyweights. They, might seem in the same weight class. Spoiler alert, one will emerge greater, than the other. Both, have stand alone power… in their own right. But together, the combination will be epic. Both, know how to press in, and accept the challenge. Never backing down, when the day calls your heart out. So, deliver a heartfelt moment, worth remembering. The heart and soul, both getting a ringside seat. Watch a-bout, how they intend to square off. Passion, for short, has a deep desire. Give chase, pursue the prize, with vim and vigor. The downside, to Passion? Becoming easily distracted, by a wayward heart. Faith will never be, a short-handed approach to Faithfulness. Faith, needs to be the substance. That Will, produce the evidence… Pound for pound, the strongest muscle in the body; the heart. Passionately, a heart will step to the podium. But the soul, tells a heart. You have enough faith, to fight through every adversity. One, looks to take center stage, have the top billing. The other, looking to take the stand. With hard work, and dedication; be the greatest. Some days, the battlefield is the mind. Going toe to toe, with the heart. But, when love prevails. The stand, becomes shoulder to shoulder. So the outcome will be, heart to heart!

Even, in a knock down, dragged out… encounter. Passion, will surely rise to the occasion. With a Passionate, bob and weave routine. Forgetting, true Faithfulness, doesn’t waver. When push, and shove collides. Faithfulness, will always counter with the right… extension of love. With, no pun intended, just love extended. Without feeling the need, to brag, or boast. Passionate, feeling it, eagerly comes out swinging. But Passion, without the right follow-through; doesn’t produce the intended desire. Faithfulness, not into perpetually; keeping your guard up. It’s a-bout, knowing; Someone’s in your corner. With encouragement, love, and devotion. A heart dependable, remaining true. Regardless, of any extenuating circumstances. To be, or not to be? A Passionate heart, with a Faithfulness soul? Strong in feeling, but drawing strength. From what you believe, to be your unwavering truth. Being Passionate, shows a heart with promise, likened to lionhearted. But, without the right stamina, found in a faithful heart. Even, the best intentions, lacks the steadfast zeal. Why, when Faithfulness delivers. Passionate… feelings, takes a step back. Refocuses, never feeling; it’s time to throw in the towel. A mind undecided, becomes a heart, double visioned. A heart, needs to be intentionally trained. To allow the soul, to have what it needs. The fierce confidence, to fight the good fight. The right demonstration, will make comPassion favorable. To rank higher, on the disregarded scorecard!

When the day, seems like the fight of your life. The feeling like body blows, a heart feeling in tatters. When, your back’s against the ropes. Dig, deep into your repertoire. Let hope become the rope, that will always have your back. Life, best fought with a surrendered heart. Passionate moments, sometimes fade. But, for every committed moment; Faithfulness, never show fatigue. Having a strong faith, requires the heart be consistently in practice. So, it won’t be stunned, by an unexpected jab. Breathing, sometimes optional. Most days, you have to gather up your pride, and put it back in your heart. Then tell life,“is that all you have… to offer?” I am Passionate, my Faithfulness, will become undisputed. Passion, in heart the woven fabric. But Faith, needs to be the thread. Sometimes, the day won’t let you catch your breath. It can hit below the belt, bringing you to your knees. Take the moment, to give your soul right clarity. With a gut check, let the heart decide. Will it be, a Passionate stance, displaying a graceful heart? Or will the moment, let Faithfulness display, how to stick and move? Sick to your faith, and Move… with renewed momentum. Wordplay, will never be smack talk. When you’re Passionate, about setting up, the right hook. So, let your Passion, be a heart forever guarded, with grace. So your Faithfulness, will emerge showcasing, the victor’s crown. Say won’t, or could never be. Faithfulness, will surely prove you wrong!

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