How many times

    How many times I must I try to be quiet? Staying
silent for all else. Still the mind rages inside and a
deep rumble comes rolling out of soul.

    How could I have stood like that for so long? How
did I allow so many people to walk all over me?

     Jehovah, oh Father, please tell me. How did I
allow so much to smooth me down to dust?

     Ah how the dust formed, recreated to be the
person I am now. How beautifully unique a treasure
can be but what is the worth if not noticed?

     So slowly I built a wall. All so that no one could
connquer it, yet, someone did. How do I reapply the
stones to gain more strength? To have all this once
more?

     Sitting here thinking about how life seems so
complicated with all the troubles of today's society.
Still how does even the lowly one seem destitute? Oh
how does anyone pick up the stones, their lives an
continue on. Through Jehovah, of course. A prayer
to say thanks, ask for help and give hope. What more
could someone ask for?

     Once there is faith in Jehovah, none should pull
away. None should step in way to rip or tempt
away from Jehovah's loving care. For Satan is crafty.
All corners he cuts to just steal you away from
Jehovah. What you think is hardship is really Satan.
So don't even think about it. Rely on Jehovah for
everything.

      My eyes blink trying so hard to keep alert but
sleep is tempting me. Common sense is saying yes
just go to sleep, for their is an early morning start.
Still soul and mind not sleepy, just eyes.

     Soon I will curl into a ball under warm covers and
drift off to sleep. Hoping, dreaming of one more
day to breathe, to love and to give my thanks to the
privilege of preaching, teaching and praising my
Father, Jehovah, God.

     Right now contemplating if to finish poem or just
allow eyes to calm senses. Allowin the night to
finally say endings are good.

     I will give you a secret smile on the wind right
before sleep encases soul. I will whisper your name
upon my breath before I surrender to a
soothing, even toned whimper.

     Now before I close my eyes one last time this
evening, early morn I say my prayer. Yes you are
included. So all I can do is hope. Giving faith in
Jehovah for taking the stress and emotions away
from me as I slip further and further into
dreamland.

     So calm. Now head is placed on fluffy pillows. I
pull the covers up to my chin. I say good night to
you.

               Did you hear me whisper your name?