A silent way to walk away

Oh how the irony of the experience. Loving the
moments of just getting away. Jehovah is that so
wrong? To want to walk away, staying silent and not
wanting to make the comments that are roaming
inside my head? Am I wrong to hold my tongue?

Oh Jehovah I ask for your wisdom to help me, guide
me to right Scriptures to tell me truth that was there.

Hmm thinking and meditating over the emotions I
felt. The quizzical minutes that passed into hours.
How does one release self from burden but to give
over to Jehovah? How else did I allow some to degrade
me by words so unbecoming of even them?

Silence is the best medicine for a quick temper. Better
yet is a walk in nature. Absorbing that of Jehovah's
creations. Realizing the smallness of self, humbling
spirit and soul to the lights and sounds of only
Jehovah.

How would you react but in love? Sincere, honest,
free love for those who persecute you. Biting of my
tongue, numerous times, for shock of the
accusations or the pressing of sharp words into
mind. Letting go is so hard at times but I must. Else
all eats away at this child.

I cannot allow anger to set in. To have that weighs
down my spirit. It does nothing if I allow anger to
control my life, my choices. All that is hurt, is me. So
why not just let go? Walk away without a word and
press forward.

I only hope for some understanding, compassion and
patience from others as I skip over their hateful
actions, their bitter words. Trying so hard to see the
glimmer of positive hope in the negativity shown. Oh
Jehovah you showed me the lighter parts of the
darkened room. Thank you.

So here I play upon words that create the lasting image
in my mind. A memory to those that surround me.
Staying quiet while I absorb how to behave as I should.
Sitting prim and proper as of what is expected of me.
Still the soul screams and conscience bites.

Here in a cold room I contemplate how do I learn from
what was displayed. Asking Jehovah how to apply
the lesson given and the heavy sentences that many
need to reapply to spirit. How is it that I am the
one understanding all key parts whereas others seem
dimmed by a veil?

Yes as I have come to learn, we all are imperfect and
have various learning levels, so the crave to shove
information is not advisable. Seeking first Jehovah
for help, as I must every time.

Down, down the road, I travel. Skipping, hopping
and laughing. Yes an open window creates a
changed mode. Simmers off the temper raging within.
Entrancing spirit with joy. A few smiles crease over
face.

So my brothers, my sisters see with me the need to
stay silent in midst of choas, yes?

I may be quiet. I may be eyes down cast but never
think I am simple nor ignoring. I am listening,
absorbing and remembering.