A slow going morn

Awaiting in the moment of silence. Perhaps that is
exactly where I need to be. Such a busy day and still
all seems as though in slow motion.

How can I press forward when all I want to do is lay
down. Simple. Just get up and get moving.

A smile in the air. A whisper on the wind to lift me
higher.

Oh how I do hope the day goes well. To get into the
fresh air and keep moving.

Yes such irritations are aching and I must place them
somewhere else. Oh Jehovah help me. My longing
of a friend to talk to is weighing down the shoulders.
Pull me up and show I need no one save you.

Emptying out all that is inside, I so badly desire to
scream but all that is there is a squeak that echoes.

Still so many questions. Still so many ways to ask
but I am silent. Why?

Was I silly, ignorant of something? Perhaps but how
do I inquire on gaining correct knowledge? Still
would you even explain anything to me anyhow?

Not trying to be the negative one here but reality does
hit a person rather hard. Oh the one piece of hope.
The one moment of joy. The smile that sits, awaiting
a chance to explode across a pale, freckled face.

Uplift me, yes. I do so need one smile, one word. One
more gesture of kindness to help the funk leave me.
The presence of loss to be absorbed into ground so
there I may be joyful.

Would you help me if I asked? Would you give grand
kindness if I impressed my problems to you? Would
you lend an open ear, express arms wide open?

Oh why bother asking the air? Jehovah is only one
who can say yes.

So see me. Give hugs, whispers of encouragement
and kindness to set off a blaze of giggles.

Please, I beg of you, as the tears irritate my eyes
and temples.