A joyful gift of sea green mist

      What may be a gift? A choice of surprise or
awaiting the face. How much joy in giving. Such
grandness indeed.

       Say you want to see the joy. Say you want to
experience the surprise. Say you want to feel the
trust. Say you hear me.

       Oh I cannot bend anyone to say anything
specific to me. They must be willing. The choice
to be sincere. Ah yes there is such. Would you believe?

       Careful of the trinkets placed about the world.
One sincere thought means more than a million little
stones. Each bond made with me is sacred. One
circle at a time.

        One memory upon another. So I hope
that you, too, come to understand since words
cannot be spoken thoughts have to be dropped in
tight rings of woven florals. A single gift among
thousands speak great depths for me.

        Still I would ask but not my place. I cannot
demand anything of anyone. All must be a choice.
All I can do is pray for choices to be guided correctly.
I can hope that the sincere thoughts of me whether
in a memory, in a dream or in a prayer you come
to love me and gift what means great depths of who
you are.

       Dare I push forward any other way but in a hope?
Perhaps with the faith and love I have for all you
can see the mountain of concern I placed upon
Jehovah this very day. In the midst of the early
morning light.

        Oh. I know that I did not wake up soon enough
to breathe that moment of excitement. Still all
is posssible if I hope for you. Believing Jehovah and
placing my concern of loved ones in his hands, I
pray you some day understand the trials I climb over
in hope of tomorrow.

        Would you still be choosing the gift of our
friendship over the world's? Ah I must take it to
Jehovah because today is not the day of tears. The
fading of the disappointment will soon smooth
over and trust and love will prevail.

        One day at a time. Skipping along I have
a thought of you in mind. Here is a hand for you.
Here is a hug. Here is the warmth of a sincere,
loving sister. Now I smile for that glimpse of
sea green mist in sky.

      A gift of love. A treasure of family. Yes I hold
tight onto that hope. Can you?