Abstract gifts of therapy

Lines cross over each other. Creating curves and sticks.
Ah how I unwind into my abstract line art.

Nothing symbolizes anything. Just a like the words I
place on paper. Each word does not mean anything
until the sentence is completed, the poem is finished.

So much similarity yet so much variance.

When abstract art is finished I look at whole picture
and a sentence vibrates inside my head. This becomes
the title.

Ah how I sigh as I release all that weighs me down
inside this form of art.

May not mean nor seem like anything to you but it
is one of my many forms of therapy. The way I use to
press all that drives deep within me. They are gifts
that Jehovah gives to me.

Do you have a gift or gifts that Jehovah gave to you?
Something that you use to relieve all that is stressing,
emotionally pulling you down?

Once there I am so absorbed into the music playing
down to the drums, I am capable of ignoring all that
surrounds me. Yes I do ignore all in this phase. Once
my line art is finished I am so calm, just as I am when
walking with Jehovah in nature.

I do so love how Jehovah gives me so many outlets for
frustration, stress and emotional meltdowns. Jehovah
truly knows his children. He knows, loves me. My
only hope now is that I see positive in all the
situations and all the changes I get to free up myself.
This is grand to me.

So here I sit in a chilly room contemplating which form
of art is to come after this abstract line art and poem.

Hmm how I hope, for you and for me, for a grand
surprise. Do you think I would get one? How about
you?

I smirk missing the quirky me.

So my brothers and sisters I do so hope that there
is a gift or many gifts from Jehovah, a hobby that
you have to regain your standings in this wicked
system of imperfection.

Yes to hope, to dream is always the way to have a
positive outlook in today's society.

So many nods, handshakes, hugs, kisses on the wind
and laughter coming your way and mine. Take care
and remembering the tiny gifts, surprises that
Jehovah gives and sends your way. Never know where
you may find, receive them.

So to you my dear friend, I can only give you words.
No surprises. So imagine me looking up into the light
gray sky and whispering words in the air. A hope. A
dream. A memory I am creating. My prayer to you. I
hope you come home soon because so many of us
miss and love you.

Pray is all I can do. Draw, create, learn, absorb all
that Jehovah gives you. So in hopes, one day, I will
see you and speak to you. Until then I just shyly smile.