God Is An Artist

God is An Artist

last night
painted poetry
on the walls of my heart

this morning
i looked in awe
at the art of my soul

God is a painter
a fierce sculptor
a dynamic poet
a melodic musician

i am His masterpiece
i submit willingly
as though allowing universe
to fully take over

it is in this moment
i free myself
I am able to live

Submit your readings and songs for the 365 Podcast episode 2

Originally posted on Espen Stenersrød- From Pen To Heart:

New episode out in 7 days

I have once again gotten some terrific readings and songs from you guys. You have done an amazing job so far, and the listeners can really look forward to some really heartfelt emotions in the next week.

The concept is real easy, You find your favorite poem in the challenge so far, record your own interpretation of that poem, with whatever equipment you have, and then send it to me and I will air a new episode every month

If you want to submit your readings or your songs you can send it to: mesayah81@gmail.com

While waiting for the next, here is the last month episode

Peace love and unity

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Being Friends With An Ex Yes OR No?

Should new bf/gf control who you are friends with? I just lost a very dear friend of mine because his new girlfriend feels he should not be friends with 1) any females and 2) any exes. I sadly fall into both categories. It’s very difficult ending the friendship because of her insecurities and quite frankly, I find it to be so past paradigm. 

We are clearly in an age where some people still fail to handle their personal issues. They continue to try and control everything and everyone around them. This is SO unhealthy. I know I was like this once.  This friend of mine and I were connected for a long time he saw me through some rough experiences. In the end , we as a couple were not good- but as friends we had a serious bond. There was no intimacy or any of that. He opened up from his old way of thinking to see you can still be friends with your ex no matter what caused the breakup. ( which for us was a difference of spiritual beliefs and parenting.) 

He told me his new woman erased all the females in his phone. *ROFL* and then told he proposed. *Raised eyebrow* So- he proposes to a clearly unstable individual. I didn’t know what else to say. So I said, “Well out of respect I will end our bond. It hurts me to do so because you are a very good friend of mine. One I’ve told my husband about despite all. Congrats on ur engagement. I’ll be deleting you after this. I’m sorry your new gf has a closed mind. God bless.” Yeah probably not what he expected. I know why I don’t open to so many people now- lol. I guess he’s just one who allows his woman to control him. *shrugs* I can’t fault him for trying to be a good man. I applaud him. I just hope in time they seek healing together. Otherwise… it can be a very lonely life.

To think a man cannot have friends or conversations because his woman raids his space. That is not trust or honesty at all. The funny thing is I told him I’d talk to her. I don’t care that she is insecure. These things that people do to others for their own gratification truly kill me. 

With that I sign out today asking… Should you be friends with your EX – yes Or No? & Why or Why not? 

Poem- Call Touba: Never Enough Time by Luvleeh Poetiklocks

Call Touba: Never Enough Time

The few minutes it takes to call him
And only have a limited time
Spent 4 minutes trying to hear him
Spent 3 minutes trying not to cry
He made me laugh…
His only concern was that I had the instructions
For a much needed spiritual bath…
I just wanted to talk…
But my thoughts ran rapid
So no words came out…
Every time the silence hit
I thought the call dropped
Once- it did…
And I was mad… that I had to call back
And be reminded that I had 6 minutes left…
6 minutes to express my dying need to have him near me
5 minutes to tell him ‘I love you’
2 minutes to send my affection to our family
1 minute to clarify any misunderstandings
And 30 seconds to find peace in the farewell
I miss my husband.
I sleep in his t-shirt every night
Hoping that by chance we’ll meet in our dreams
And I’ll feel his embrace just as tightly around my body
As his t-shirt clings to my curves
I wear his body oils
As if the scent of his love would somehow
Transform my mind to believe he’s just in the next room
I kiss his picture nightly and at the dawn of each new day
Wondering why he never smiled in the first place,
But grinning at his truthful response
“I was distracted…” and that’s what I’m left with
All these distractions that try to altar my daily routine,
That my husband- is 4 hours ahead of me
So maybe he feels everything I feel before me…
Before I get a chance to say ‘Talk to you soon’
He’s calling- texting; letting me know how hard it is to be without his wife
That at night…
He fights to stay asleep so badly
That his sleep pattern has turned into quick naps
Tossed in sheets
I don’t know where to go anymore…
I just know that preparing for this was much more erratic than experiencing the reality
That we have no control over his return
No control over the rug burns left from praying
That Allah watch over us.
That fear, not get the best of us
That our love- be greater than our distance
And somehow… when the ocean waves come to a stand still
He’ll be returned to this side of the shore
Ready to continue this thing called life together.

(c) August 2013. Leandrea Hill. All Rights Reserved. No duplication without consent.

* We are never too far apart~*