A voice speaks in circles

One day at a time. Once when I think no one is
listening, a voice speaks.

My eyes whisper light sprinkles of water. Oh how do
I give thanks but smile.

A thought of me pushes up. Reminds me that I am still
growing, still worth being a friend.

Ah how emotions run deep. Some sort of pride
chokes my breath. Running with a mysterious smile.

Seasons give way to the warmth of day. I hope for
the right choices for you, for me. Oh here I sit in my
car being soothed by Norah Jones. Prepping myself
to get out and head into work.

My dear friend, this circle is a beginning for many
more. So much thought has been put into what
creations may be formed from just one large metal
circle of hope.

I thank you for a thought of me. Giving more hope.

When I was beginning  to lose hope you gave
in kindness. Just holding the first step.

I nod. Yes the first step to millions more. I say a
thanks to Jehovah. Once more a prayer answered.

Amazing how Jehovah works. The world closes tightly
upon me but he gives the hammer, the voice to
break free. Gives answers where, when I least expect
it.

So one message at time. I continue to hope there are
more circles. Not going to sit and wait. Must keep
living life for Jehovah.

One day at time. When I think no one listens in this
world, a voice speaks.

Thank you. Once more. Ah how I just hope now to
stop crying in joy long enough to end the splotchy
redness over freckled, pale skin.

Just one sentence.. hey oh.

Smiling.