Colors of mystery

     Three blues, two purples. Two blues, three purples.
Ah the fun of painting colors. Silly in the pattern but
the smiles and joy that overflows from my soul and
my spirit. Ah how even more beautiful I feel.

    Nodding and secretly saying my thanks to Jehovah
once more.

    Softly I lay my back to the cooling sheets and cover
legs, soul with a warm Wedgwood blue comforter. Ah
leaning back reading my lesson for tomorrow's
meeting. Plus prepping for a very long week.

   Really looking forward to Sunday since it is my
only day off until my half day on Memorial Tuesday.

   Hoping that Jehovah continues to teach me the
lesson of silence, holding my tongue and patience
of imperfections. Oh I strive so hard at times to
contain my words. Over and over again I try to push
away the flaws of the worldy people. Knowing it
is Satan's way to drive that wedge between me and
Jehovah. I don't want that so I continue to do what I
know is best - pray.

   Ah so now I press the blue jersey cotton pillowcase
into the contours of my slender neck. Creating a
massive mess of curly cinnamon coppery strands. Oh
to deal with the tangles in the morning. Grr but
sleep beckons and so I shall fall wherever my head
lands on stacked pillows.

    A soft murmur escapes my rosy lips as a sigh is
entertained across my soul. Deep exhale as the
yellow light grows more and more dim. Closing my
eyes soon will be the welcoming I need. The pinching
of day gone soaked into a filed memory.

   Ah peaceful breathing does indeed exist. I say my
prayer. Tightly wrap myself in the warmth of the
bedding and fall deep into a slumber. Holding onto
a memory as the last thought before dreams become
all that matter.

  A good night indeed, yes, my dear friend? Did you
enjoy your lessons of the day? Did you enjoy the
rain as I did?

  Oh I look forward to the puddles in the daylight.
Hmm. Giddy woman I am. Ha a small smirk raises
over face. Hiding a mystery.

   All you have to do, dear friend is think of me and
know my reasons. Hmm.