A stone for a sibling

Slow and soft are the words as the hum down through
my head. Trickle down so far that my mind
contemplates how to allow them air to breathe.

Ah tiny are the whisps of wind curling chills over
my skin. Pale, freckled and cold. Evenly displayed as
an icy exterior all warmth lays within soul.

Sifting through the memories that grind large stones
to smooth pebbles. Ah how similar memories are to
those rocks yet so different are they placed.

No sadness is allowed. Only smiles are waving. Yet
a melancholy voice echoes throughout area. All senses
are alert. Staying calm and strong in moments of
weakness. Still tears chase after one another down
my puffy red cheek.

The lost words. One said long ago. Oh how I am
uplifted by joy in recalling. Slow down the emotion
long enough to realize some things may be difficult
to swallow but Jehovah carries me when I need him
the most. On those days where the rainbows never
cease my eyes twinkle with overwhelming peace
and happiness.

Many times trials are pursue only to break and push
away from the new beginnings. Each time one is
hurled I am overtaken by surprises of kindness. Such
wonders to amaze me. How the littlest moments
trump all the grandeur attempted.

So friends, oh my dear friend. I treasure the tiniest
grain of sand. I look forward to when poured amongst
the great stoneworks all becomes more sturdy.
Strengthened by our one common bond: Jehovah.

All love given, all joy taken and all beginnings spoken.
Looking forward to this, are you?

So look passed my exterior for a moment. The coldness
is only my windbreaker, my sturdy wall of stone but
deep within stares a warm glow that Jehovah brought
forth. One day you will see the complete parts of me.

So until then listen, speak, teach, observe, hope and
love with all that you may. One day, I hope in tightly
held dreams and prayers that you understand, with
Jehovah's help, who I have become.

Your loving sister.