Day off

     So much to do in one day. Not wanting to pour out
and be left with no energy. Still to have a day off
would you not want to be able to just relax, not feel
the need to move rapidly?

      Still I feel the sun upon my face, the cool wind
lifting coppery strand and say in my mind yes this
is exactly what I needed. Ah the warm that overcomes
my soul and twirls inside my spirit. How could I
let that be?

      Every now and then a question pops into my line
of thoughts and I just press it away. Hoping I have
learned that it isn't in my way to openly ask. Still I
press the weight upon Jehovah because I know I will
not have the answers.

      Entering, soon, the evening hours. Oh how I let
the day slip by curled under covers. Ready for my
coffee. So out I go soon. A hope of finding a smile
in the wind.

     So dearest friend of hope big for me.