Resting in the hands of Almighty God

Last weekend, I held a ten pound infant in my arms. We were at a church event and all the kids were having a blast! There was laughter, food, games and music. Everyone was having a good time.

Holding this baby in my arms was an important task. I had to shield him and protect him from all hurt, harm and danger- seen and unseen. I even felt compelled to protect what we heard.

The music was blaring; yet, he wasn’t bothered. Not as nearly as much as me. I thought: his ear drums are like the size of peanuts, his lungs the size of tea bags and his brain, the size of an apricot. All I wanted at that moment, was to shield this precious new child from a secular world.

Today, I reminisce on this. God feels the same way about us. He’s holding us in His hands. Wanting to shield and protect us all from the ungodly contents of this world.

So, on this day Lord God, I thank you! I thank you for new grace and new mercy on this day. I thank you for covering me. I feel your mighty, compassionate hand on me. I pray this day be a day spent, that is pleasing in your sight. I pray for the opportunity to share your goodness, to uplift and encourage whosoever is in need of your word. For all that you’ve done for me, how could I ever repay you? I love you Jesus! I love you Holy Spirit! I love you Heavenly Father! In Jesus name, I pray, Amen.

No Room for Distractions

Her focus is solely on the birth.

For, her instincts whispered: “This one is mighty. It will rock the earth.

Now, be ready- One day is set for painful contractions.

You have no room for distractions.”

She trusted. And for 22 months and not one complaint-

Throughout the land, her peace is maintained.

Not all understand this drive to the extreme;

It’s a vision of love embedded deep- it’s more than a dream.

She is on a mission.

To bring what’s inside of her, to fruition.

By Sheyda Irani

The Church Window

Every Sunday I watch out my church window

Thinking something will move, something out there will change

But the cold air in February freezes time,

So, I rest soundly on HIS creation in the meantime

The clouds become my pillow

 

Every Sunday I stare out my church window

Hoping I catch a revelation, maybe from a swaying twig or two…I do

the white brisk sky illuminates dusty limbs

I see branches with life extend

from my lungs and trees, I take a breath

Breathing for my existence to continue.  I say thank you…

 

Every Sunday I can’t ignore my church window

There’s a surprise waiting for me, this I know

Meanwhile, the stillness creates a melody for me to hear

Tunes from my secret heart, I listen for the intro

I Am Calm is the song; because I stared out my church window 20180217_143131.jpg

We ARE Connected

I often hear we’re all connected; but how? I pondered this word connection from many angles and came up with a conclusion.

I believe we connect by touch. When I embrace my children, I’m physically telling them a story of how I feel. That I love them. And I’m here to be their everything. And I’m not going anywhere; they’re safe. Or when I hold a sick patient’s hand to comfort. Or pat the sober addict’s back for a job well done. Or witness two tree branches touch in an intimate way. Touch is needed to bind us when words aren’t expressed.

We connect through words- talking and laughing. The same tongue used to praise Our God is the same tongue used to communicate the desires, the hurts, the sufferings, the hopes of our heart. When two beings share in pain and suffering, the emotion evoked from empathy causes these two people to connect. This movement of compassion is powerful. So much so, bystanders who witness this connection, somehow feel involved.

And consider this- we need oxygen which is supplied by the trees and plants. And plants and trees need carbon dioxide which is supplied by our every exhale. Therefore, we’re also connected to others by our need for one another. Even a MENtor connects with MEN (mankind) MENtally because their need for one another is influential. What’s a leader without a team? Or a teacher without students? A pastor without sheep? A doctor without patients?

We ALL need one another. We’re interwoven into the same structure, by the same hands, at the same time. Surely, we are ALL Connected.

Mothering Reflects God- A Mother’s Day Poem

Just like the womb, our planet earth supports all forms of life.

Not speaking of a wife, housewife or even a midwife.

It is time to express who the mother is to us all.

She accepts change with beauty and grace: she flows like a waterfall.

She rises every morning to care for her young.

Mom carries the torch for all to see; yes, just like the sun.

Through struggle and trouble, she won’t fall apart.

She holds steadfast despite the weather; blooming like a bleeding heart.

Mother teaches humans to express emotion.

Her tears of pain and joy; enough to fill an ocean.

She works hard to supply; her youth comes from a fountain.

Mother, an imprint of God’s work, that of a mountain.

Her spirit of concern and comfort, comes with a guarantee.

Life as it exists, shall protect and shield us all; like the summer trees.

And we should take care of her, earth, to preserve the perfectly balanced planet that utilizes all the energy inside of her to keep moving around a source of light, the sun. 

And we should take care of her, mother, to preserve all existence on fertile ground, for she is the chosen vessel to bring forth life, from God Almighty.

Isaiah 66:13 “As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you; and you will be comforted over Jerusalem.”     .

Sheyda

 

“WE” A Black American History Poem/Prayer

WE thank the Lord for this glorious day!

WE thank the Lord for those that paved the way!

The herald voice of Mahalia Jackson, WE hear YOUR love.

WE are forever grateful, for freedom felt from above.

The intellect and grace you give, is never partial.

For, WE see YOUR goodness in Thurgood Marshall.

To the many embodied with endurance, who made a landmark-

Refused to give up, like Barack Obama and Rosa Parks.

For, YOUR hope covers us like an umbrella,

The same comfort YOU gave Nelson Mandela.

During times of white hooded sheets and police,

WE thank YOU Lord for YOUR peace.

In your appointed and anointed one, Martin Luther King-

WE saw your insight, courage and light; WE saw everything.

Like Muhammad Ali, Jackie Robinson and Jessie Owens;

YOU brought us faith and patience, seen thru the eyes of great ones.

For the ones YOU instill with wisdom like Harriet Tubman,

WE give you all the praise, honor and glory…AMEN AMEN AMEN!

 

Sheyda Irani

 

 

 

The One Question We All Should Ask Ourselves:

Before I make any decision, I always ask myself this-

“Am I making this out of love or fear?” 

This one question has prevented me from being polluted by this world.

It causes me to evaluate my intentions.

It offers me a direct pathway to abundance.

It provides me with a deeper understanding of the contents, in my heart.

For, fear leaves me feeling powerless.

And love-WoW! What can I say about love?

For, love leaves me feeling kind, confident, satisfied, protected, devoted:

Indeed, I feel positive!

Love inspires me to be better and better and better….