A place for a hope

    So hopeful of smiles. Now all I can to do is pray
because none graced my views. All I can do is keep
holding onto mine. Placing hopes for all that I meet.

    Seated well behind my steering wheel. Deep breaths
I take to stay calm. Ah I hide the emotions pulling
at me. The tears that wait to fall. Blinking back.
Solid I must be.

    Oh Jehovah please place a hand on my shoulder.
Right now is necessary. The place I cannot be is
a mess. I must be strong. Push passed a small hope.
Disappointed about the loss. Pick up. Dust off and
press on.

    La. The smile I press here, deep inside to make a
laugh fall between the lines. Circles are welded.
Some need constant repair. Ah yes.

    Holding onto the facts. Not all are there so take
it upon Jehovah. Allow him to show all what was
missing. Did any listen?

     Ah yes. Clearing the head of dispair I get up.
Not even wanting to listen to my music. Just the
silence in a stationary car. Seated and awaiting
closer time for work. Arriving too early just so the
ache of a possibility of quirkiness appears. Yet I
realize I must be that today.

    My radiance must bring others to fullest. Nevermind
me. I forget at times life cannot revolve around me.
La. Granted at time I want so badly for it to yet
I would not know how to respond if it did.

    So here my eyes glisten as I push back the tears.
Silently I sit in driver's seat, ear buds in ears yet no
music vibrates. Softly I whisper my prayer to
Jehovah. A realization of how selfish I was to want
a view of greenery in sunlight. La.

    Still anything is possible if I have faith in Jehovah.
That is why my prayers are a necessity.

    Pushing myself up. Preparing to go down stairs
of parking lot, to enter the building. Hopefully my
smile is genuine and my face is not serious. I cannot
have this kind of day.

    Surprising how little one special quirky smile is.
Surprisingly how joyful a step is when taken, woven
deeper into intricate layers. How would you expect
me to be after the many parts of joy woven to come
to a few days without? Does fraying not begin?

    La. Revert back to what is known. We all are
imperfect. Various restraints are put in our minds
only to hurt. Yet Jehovah brings love, kindness and
patience. That too I must reapply. Did you?

    So still not ready to go inside. Yet I must with
strong strides because today is a grand adventure.
Somewhere along the way a smile I needed this
morning will brighten my week.

    Who knows when. Just happy knowing that a
yes does cross your mind.

     So dear friend circles woven create the grandest
of scenery but a smile holds back the world.