A gift of words

       A glimpse of hope drawn over closed eyes.
Shutting out pain. Drowning out any screams. Ah
backing away long enough to learn of the techniques
of calm.

       Entering slowly the ways to pull myseld back
up. Listening to the verses of Scriptures rolling
smoothly across my mind. Calling upon a slight
memory of laughter. Softly all echoes the
encouragement I so badly need.

      Oh my. I close my eyes in hopes, in dreams.
To give all that is placed before me. One step at a
time. Words fall in front of me and all that softness
inside holds me dearly. Clearly comfort carries
me far. Ah yes Jehovah supports me.

     Even in my weakest states words climb above
and over until the fall is a grand clatter. How else but
to give to all the words, the sentences that
crave the feel of parchement.

      Ah yes so much to absorb. The silence among
the loud drones of television. Closing the volume
out. Tuning all but the need to write.

      So here I give to you one of my poems. Will you
hold tight to it or will you dissect the meaning?

      Ah it matters not except that you just accept
the gift.

        Dear friend can you do that? Accept freely?