Wait to conquer

      I will not ask for a promise. I only will ask for
a voice. One day where a conversation exists. Time
will only tell. A bump in the road I must conquer.

     Ah how the songs I am listening to bring back
that bouncy cheerful person. All that was weighing
me down is shoved aside. Thank you Jehovah. So
dear friend I miss you. Wherever you are know
my thoughts are on you. My prayers include you.

    Strengthening myself where I needed it. Words,
Scriptures press deep inside. Prayers turns over all
the worries. Shining the light in multitudes down
upon my face, upon my spirit.

    Dear friend, are you feeling the sunlight breaking
into your spirit? Do you feel the warmth of it?
Remember a hug. One that gives encouragement.
One that shares the pain and comfort. Remember
how much one squeeze changes the emotions.

     Ah I hope one day all that is necessary seeps out
of your soul. The spirit rises to be uplifting your
sparkling deep gemstones. The changes that quake
deep inside soul hear cries of joy from spirit and
your lips.

     Yet. Time provides. Time and you produce the
changes. You have to be stable in the want, the
willingness. Are you?

     Yes I want you here with me. Yet. Time will tell.
You have to want to be here. Leaving notes to help
push you up, it bounces both ways. We encourage
each other. Or am I reading too much. Please correct
if wrong. The Scriptures that pressed in black and
white, are for millions but one?

     Oh dear friend. Grab my hand. I will help you,
if only you ask.

          Must ask. Somehow. Somewhere. A voice.
A poem. A story. A Scripture.

                I pray. I hope. I dream.
     
                         I wait.