Would you, if only in a dream
Oh it matters not for you are not my child to
correct. I give over all my concerns and rattled
nerves to Jehovah in hopes he can make me
understand loving you is always worth forgiving.
I can only give you advice from afar. Seeking
answers from within the Bible for I know that is
what you have done for me.
Never can I correct or judge you for the choices,
actions you made.
All I can do is pray for my hopes to be realized.
To beg Jehovah not to allow tears to well up in
dark slate eyes over worry. Oh how I hope. I dream.
Still I can only direct whispers into the wind. A
shaky voice that carries a love so deep. Still no one
ever knows of it but Jehovah. Sure, yes, I describe
it on paper, into a blog but feeling it is different.
Pressing on to hope that another trap isn't set.
That your spirit rises above and soars as Jehovah
picks up the scattered pieces. He will but you must
allow him in.
All I want to say is: yes love is there. What kind?
Jehovah knows. Jehovah reads his daughter well.
So here I sit with a soothing peace overcoming
my soul. Slowly placing the heart in a locked cage.
The rock in the throat to say the least, disappears.
The sounds of violin soaks up spirit causing the
mind to be opened.
Oh I step outside to hear the wind in empty ears.
Not caring if anyone greets me from afar. Just
holding onto the darkened sky, I smile shyly.
Hoping. Dreaming in a daze that the memory made
eliminates the hurt, the pain.
To forget, to forgive. I know that is all you
would ask of me. Yes, you have it.
Never can I control you. You are not under my
command or even near my voice. So how can you
ever hear the whimpers, the whispers I ease from
parted rosy lips?
Here my eyes close just to absorb the sense of
peace, calm and all that is saying good night. All
becoming quiet. Only a sound of my breathing
echoes before me.
Such a pleasant adventure I hope to start. So
are you with me? Holding me, talking to me.
Would you care to even talk to me, even if,
only in a dream?
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