Being carried

   Just received news of grand happiness. Then a bit
of sorrow when I opened a package. The color that
fell loose was that of your eyes. Oh sister of mine, I
miss.

  My life has been good, challenging as you knew but
still I press ever forward. Leaning on Jehovah, as I
have been taught.

   Much I hope to tell you in new system. First step
would be for you to accept what being taught is
the Truth. Would you?

   Tears pool around my eyes and still I contain
them. Hold back for you, you would not want to see
me become a tear jerker. I laugh silently. Inside a
gasp sways the spirit.

   One eye closes after the other. Just soak up the
remaining emotion and press onto paper. Hold
clear for a moment. Just breathing.

  Hoping that when, if I see you again I can help
you see the grand changes that I have overcome.

   Please oh please Jehovah make me strong in this
moment. A time where my eyes, my heart and mind
are agreeing to one thing: too emotional. The tears
slip down cheeks.

   My soul just wants to curl up and fall asleep. Still
I know that I have to be strong, if not for me then
for my mother.

   One day at a time. At very least, a smile will bring
me either to more tears or a happy greeting back.
Bear with me Jehovah as I move forward, only one
millimeter at a time. I know you see that at least I
am trying.

  So hold me tight, give me Scriptures to press forward
and help others to understand my grieving of my
sister is hard, place no judgment if I stay silent in
presence. I thank you Jehovah for carrying me
through this difficult time.