Wind talk

   As the minutes passed I thought over the day. The
sweetness of the evening wind. The coolness kissing
my eyes. Enticing me to close and absorb all without
seeing.

    Standing. Hoping. Yet I knew my hope was vain. I
still stood waiting. Then my thoughts came across,
giving way to a much needed talk with my Father,
Jehovah.

    Listening as the words I spoke in my mind caresses
my over my tongue. Halting they stayed drawn inside.
Jehovah heard me. He knew what I was going to
say for they were his thoughts before mine.

    Easing the serene moment into a excitement was
amazing. To feel the wind constantly lifting my hair.
The scents that were pressed into my memory, oh
how calming. Reassuring me that love indeed is
here.

    Onto the thought of a friend. Jehovah knew the
thanks I was giving, including such this person. A
word of gratitude in placing before my eyes at
most understated moments. How else could I have
been given an answer for what I thought was lost.

   Standing outside, leaning over the iron railing
I enjoyed my pressed cold air tight burning down my
lungs. Yes I had hoped to see but another day for
quirkiness.

   Jehovah knew I needed peace and gave me some.
This I enjoyed very much. Next time to hear an open
door, welcomed and the softness of a memorized
aroma drift into my senses, a smile overpowers.

   Still seated in awe of the day, of the night before.
The sights, the feelings, the words. Yes they replay
in my mind.

   So dear friend I did not see you. I thought of you
and that must be good enough. Hoping that you
sleep well knowing you missed a calming scene of
paleness, copper and soft wind blowing. Ah well
your loss.

      Until another day. Cheerio my dear friend.
              Smirking big! Giggling.