Whispered would anyone listen?

       If I whispered something would you listen? If I
asked a question on the wind, would you hear it?

       Standing beside you but still so far away. A look
that seems shut off but of the memories that rain
deep inside. A movie in fast forward but halting at
favorite parts.

        Could that ever be? How could that ever
be possible?

         Oh best not to ask all questions out loud.
Jehovah will hear them and I will understand why.

          One night I want to look out into darkness
and see something familiar. A star, twinkling deep
olive. Oh how the mind, ideas sound silly. How much
I hope, dream unrealistically. Or do I?

         Who knows the answer but Jehovah. He will make
the raging fire inside simmer to his liking. The
dreamer to float on whatever colored puffs he allows.
The reality to take place.

         So I continue to write, to whisper and to hope.
The dreams keep coming and I just keep praying
that the answers are in there somewhere. No need
to guess because what will be known will be
shown in due course.

        All I must do is have patience, understanding
and lots of unconditional love.

         So would you listen if I had dreams, goals and
hopes to express? Would you be interested in
learning?