Prayer, hopes that words were heard

Long since, it has been, for me to have strayed under
a cascading waterfall for more than five minutes.
Grateful to finally wash away the grime and stress of a
long thirteen hour day.

So happy to finally be home. Enjoying the free
moments before sleep overtakes the soul, the mind.
Ah to wind down after such a day, so grand indeed.

Still the thoughts of all that has transpired and
inspired today. Truly amazed at the ideas, the voices
that were formed. Even now I still contemplate what
to do with sphere given. Do I wait for more or do I
incorporate it into something I am preparing to create
soon? Such decisions. Oh ah.

One day, one hour, one minute, each second that
passes I continue to smile so widely. The early
morning hours have entered and still the thoughts
ravish my mind. Hold tight to my soul.

Silly me, I know. Still unsure where to place this giddy
child hidden deep inside me. Do I need to place a
barrier around her or do I just allow her access to
everything, anything? Hmm.

A talk to Jehovah, I make. A tiny prayer I say. Asking
for the help to guide which right choice I should open
up to.

La how glorious I feel right now. Drying soul, cinnamon
strands to cool, soothing air. A slow melody plays
inside my ears. Soft classical notes dance across my
memory. Ah I close my eyes long enough to exhale
a slow low breath.

Right now, yes this very peak of two in morning, I
want to read a book to tire soul, mind so sleep can
overtake. Still here I sit hoping the puzzled face
glances over movies since no books were available. Oh
what do I choose? Drama, documentary, love story,
comedy or mystery? Oh once again a decision I must
sing enny meeny minny moe to choose.

Hmm. So much a desire to have sleep overrun my soul.
Still it does not. Once again I say a prayer to Jehovah.
Asking, hoping for the movie to tire me enough that
my soul, my mind beckons for the warmth of
Wedgwood blue coverings. A soft pillow to place head,
ears and relax into a dream.

To finally dream of all the possibilities of a brand new
day. Open to any surprises that can empty into my
lap. Hmm.

The splendid experiences that this gave: cherished.
This afternoon still makes me smile over smoothed
metal.

Ah the words that fall. The emotions that shine. The
tears of joy. Silently I whisper my hopes into the
cold morning wind.

Please, I hope, you were listening. That in sleep that
Jehovah opened your mind to hear my words.