My auntie died two weeks ago and it hit me hard. It feels like every time I come up for air, my naive lungs take in water. But nevertheless, I have come to the reality that time is not guaranteed. It is only granted to blessed souls for a limited amount of time. And when … Continue reading The Gift of Prayer
Promise of hope lives in the belly.
Photo by Nav Photography on Pexels.com Hope's Song Hope sings a lullaby to me On feathered wings high above the ground It flies with no ceilings But when it comes down I receive a gift or two Some old desires brought into view And a new dream to hold onto Love always, Esha ❤
Photo by Anton Hooijdonk on Pexels.com Sound Bestow the gift of vibrating, electrifying sound on grateful ears. Eager to hear something. Pierce through the atmosphere with your needle of truth. Love always, Esha ❤
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