An autumn talk, prayer

   A whisper quakes over the cold, hard
earth. A tiny exhale escapes me. I cry as
I am warmed by the flashing fireflies. They
draw my eyes to look up, to appreciate the
beauty of the night. How sweet and almost
too simple to such a delightful reminder
of tender, past memories.

  How does one not hope for kindness,
for a peacedul night?
           I do hope for this and lots of hugs.

   Cool, refreshing wind dries my tears,
chapping my cheeks, my skin warning
of bittersweet to happiness.

   Soothing my spirit, my mind of the
emotional meltdown.

    Tense I am. Walking tough but broken
and lost internally. Deep is the memory,
great is the sorrow. Happiness seemed too
far away and yet I had a smile.

  Your love lifted, carried me and
growing still. Holding me.

                STABLIZED.

    

   My eyes close to inhale deeply. Holding
in the crisp, autumn air. Warm lights sprinkle
across my lids. Laughter, husky and soft,
echoes outside. Chasing a dream. The eyes,
the heart weep because of the fact of
knowing they are wrong, treacherous. A
hope, I realize now, is gone.

  Oh I shake my head and say, "Don't feel
the pain. See the experience, feel the love
there now. Be happy and learn. Rebuild."

   Say my silent, hopeful prayers.

    Jehovah, oh my father, hold my hand
in this moment. Hold my head up and
push my back straighter so I may find
courage and strength to go forward. Pursue
my trials with your help. Oh Jehovah.

     As the tears fall. Memories I hope
to disappear just this time, this one
lonely moment. I know I cannot cope,
not look at them. They hurt, they tear.

    I shake. I shiver. Oh Jehovah I hope
all for all, for the best of others who need,
who beg, who cry for your help, guidance. I
pray you hear those wandering, lost.

     Grasp them. Hold them close once
more for me, oh Jehovah. I hope. I love.
Give them my happiness, all for them.

   

     Closing to Jesus I only hope a knock
enters their minds, their spirit. That the
Truth you let their hearts read once again.

     My sigh of some release. A stirring to spin,
twirl in the cool, evening light.

     Hear my prayer. I thank you my father,
my counselor, my friend - Jehovah.

    Nurture me. Nurture them.