A deep love

      A moment of thoughts press deep into my soul. I
pray that the selling of past will open to the grand
joy of who I have become.

      Still the quake of who I once was echoes inside
of me. The question is: will I allow it to control me?

     No pressing forward I must give all those in my
past forgiveness. To forget their injustices, judgments
of me, their differences. Continuing to better myself.

     Here in Jehovah's world I detail self closer to
him with spiritual guidance. Becoming stronger.

     I am so happy the lies I used to tell, live are
forgiven. Grateful for the turn around. For my eyes
and mind being opened to what, who the Truth is.
Happy I gained principles I need to apply,constantly,
to life. Pressing self more securely to Jehovah's
table. Not looking to what was behind me.

    Esther. This book in Bible is my proof of
how Jehovah gives strength. I love her story. So
encouraging to me.

    A small scale full of scores that empty upon
page after page for the world to read. Only if they
open eyes.

    Shown are ways to conquer all that ails the spirit.
A sound proof that life gives us trials, lemons, but
we all need to keep pressing on, applying the
natural healing particles of this citrus food. Grow
from all we have learned.

     Ah silly are the thoughts that quiver inside me
now. I want to run outside, twirl and scream loudly.
Still I find giving in to rash decisions such as that
would create many curious glances from those around.
Not needing to give anyone the option of insanity.
I grin for seconds on those thoughts.

    So for someone to be able to see deep inside me
is hard to believe. For them to say they know, they
love I question.

    Sitting here wanting to say something but words
halt in throat. The lessons learned cease the desire
to allow words caress tongue. Silence is still best.
The quiet parts of being me make many curious.

    Rather be the mystery than the open book.
The private person that few know, love but those
who do I welcome the questions.

    Perhaps. Maybe. If the right questions I will give
the memory a voice. Something it beckons for now,
from this woman.

    Here I am. A life that is just unique. Loving.

          You, all. Me.