One day

   A memory held deep inside mind.
A painted story glazed and worn. A
small hope said in silence. A prayer
opened only to Jehovah. Mingled thoughts
running races as I try to single out
one deep concern.

  To silence all emotion, all the
worries. To have certain ideas plucked,
withdrawn from spirit. Oh how a soothing
thought.

  One day at a time. One tiny step
and another. Soon the words, the dreams
will be echoing of the grand escapades
sought. The wondrous glamour shown.
A splendor of nature only Jehovah uses
to soothe my spirit. A silent acknowledgement
to my Father, creator.

   My thoughts, the dreams. Oh how
I cry because they bring joy in so much
pain. Jehovah really does strengthen me. How
else could I face all as I do?

   The memories I hold deep, scarring I still
learn. I still hope and believe all is possible.
Still the truth invades, persuades me to
press on knowing that love, joy, even
happiness is there.

    So for now all I can do is pray and hope.
              For all. Me, you and everyone in
                                 family.

                             I smile.