Motion to go

    So much motion going on that my eye water. So
much thought of a hope. Still Jehovah asks me to
stay silent, to keep pressing on. I do.

    So many days seem to run together and yet here I
stand still. What did I stop for? What is molding me
in this stationary moment?

   Ah I breathe the loudest sigh. I close my eyes,
sitting in my car, giving a heartfelt prayer. Only to
open them again and have tears spilling down.

   Oh such a happy moment. The sound of waves
crashing over all stress. Indeed. Have you ever felt
this too?

   So now leaning upon my door handle. Waiting.
Waiting for that right moment. Ah how patience is
given to me. The emptiness of negativity and
fulfillment of joy overcomes. Grandness is the sunlight
that pushes me to get out. Taking slow steps in
closing a gap over dreams to reality. Oh an ever
smiling episode if ever seen. La.

   The push of opening door and finishing this poem
seems to be of a necessity, yes? Only to go up
the stairs and enter apartment for a little while longer.
Ah the assortment begins. Throw away, give away or
donate? Such decision I must weigh out.

   So dear friend, I wonder what are your plans
of today? Still a chilly afternoon but the sun warms
the soul. Dare you take an adventure outside? Break
away from the stresses of work of creativity to breathe?
Dare you?

   Hmm. A thought of those working away today.
Does anyone get to feel the outdoors today? I shrug
my shoulders as to answer to unknown. Not my
worry. Jehovah will take care of them. Me? Oh I
antispate a few more jaunts into crisp afternoon and
an evening stroll.

   A huge smile creases my rosy lips. Out I get, of
my car. Inside I go. Enjoyment? Always.