Dust is only dust, so get up

I tire of charades, of constantly reading motives and
actions and of listening to those who are oblivous to
what is being taught.

Why oh Jehovah do you place me here? Why is it
that I still stand tall? Ah yes, you are holding me. How
else could I believe I am worthy of you?

One day at a time, I climb. Reading, observing and
absorbing. The words taken deep inside yet none
stretched thin over bones.

How, why should not matter because I am here with
you. Oh Jehovah I am grateful for this one breath,
this tiny sigh.

Getting up and pressing on because if I stay still I
become washed over. I do not hope for that.

Oh friend, I have placed words upon words so you can
understand the magnitude of what I experience and
still those that push me down do not hold me there.
Jehovah showed me how to get back on my feet. This
is the best feeling. Getting back up after a grand
discourse.

I am certain you understand. So stand with me as I
wipe dust off and continue on. Smile with me. Be
happy when you think of me. Remember Jehovah has
me, his daughter and knows where I need support.
You, too, are there for me. Thank you.

So sigh a big sigh with me. Now smile at this overcast
day for today is a short four hour jaunt at work. To this
I look forward to. I hope, perhaps, to see familiar faces
while out and about.

Smile. Laugh. Love. Learn.