Closure of dollars signs

    I open my mouth but nothing exits.
Dust falls from my fingers. I shake, quiver
with tiny ripples. How can I speak
without a voice?

   Words vibrate in my head. Wondering
of smiles from long ago. Eyes crease
tiny pools. The slicing of the water as
rocks skip across.

   Ah the memories pour down. I try
to stay quiet for if anyone sees, I am no
longer strong.

   Yes I realize I am allowed to cry, yet
still I hide. Watch in slow motion the
past creeping up. Caught in a trapped
lens, the emotions, automatically
click from one shutter speed to the
next.  Down to overexposure and
weakness.

   I shudder at the idea of helping
someone when I know greed is there,
yet wonder if final closure echoes behind
the dollar signs.

   Oh Jehovah what shall I do?
Be of comfort to those in need or hide
and wait? To me it cannot just be a
personal decision. Must also be a
spiritual one.  Jehovah help me.