Hope forwards

   Absorbing a meaning or two into spirit. Allowing the
reading of today's text soak in. Listening.

   Hearing silence yet seeing the bustle of noise. Each
step closer to bringing my soul into the cooling
morning air. Heel, toe. Heel, toe. Forward marching.

   The drift of melodies grinding their tunes inside
my ears. Hoping that it helps push me more to get
outside. To breathe. To enjoy moments.

   Ah as the sunlight kisses my eyelids, hugs my neck.
The love given as I asked so gently for.

   A token of appreciation shown. A silent nod of
gratitude.

   So say what you want, do as you will but I give
where I can.

   Hopes are high. Expectations are low. The smallest
gestures are the grandest. So a smile for you I give.

   In hope one returns.