One more

   One more hit on the conversation of poetry. My
mind rants over how less and less the writings are as
the days pass on.

   No longer that I write more than three or four
a day. I laugh at how silly I am acting.

    Constantly reminding self to just write whatever
falls to paper. No longer should I try to understand
the meaning because it is the gift Jehovah gives me.

    So here I am rambling again. Saying just once
that I should be heading off to bed. A long day to
greet tomorrow and all was arranged by me. So happy
to enjoy that the choices taken were Jehovah and I.

    First light I hope to walk. To open senses to
energize spirit and soul. What do you think? Would
you join me if I asked? Granted it may seem I never
will but thoughts, yes. Dreams definitely. Hopes
always.

    I giggle silently to self. Who are you speaking to,
Mary dear? Oh anyone and everyone who reads,
who listens.

    So talk to me. Walk with me even in thought.
Join me in my adventure and love of nature. The
passionate joy of Jehovah's creations and
magnificent palette.

    So please, I beg of you, to enjoy your day as well
as you can. For my thoughts, my dreams, my hopes
and my prayers are on you and all those who
surround the world.

    Now off to bed my mind chides. The soul drifts
and scoots. Gaining warmth under cotton sheets
and a wedgwood blue satin coverlet.

    So say good night to me..
                               In the coolness of the night air.