A talk of Jehovah

    Slow is the mind after a mandarin vanilla soaking.
Rejuvenated and relaxing. So much echoes inside me
yet silence is where I stand.

    Drifting outside once more to let the wind caress
deep auburn locks. Softly I whisper a prayer. The
eyes water. Realizing a dusting is blowing upon
a pale soul.

    Still a joy vibrates deep within. A gratitude of
soreness worn off. Jehovah does see, does hear the
prayers. Surprising me with yet another greeting.

    On my walk I met a lady. She didn't have anywhere
she needed to be but wanted to speak to someone.
We spoke of the weather and the pollen. I then
stated I am looking forward to the rain Jehovah is
going to give us.

    To that she stopped. Then again asked of my name
and we spoke more of her family. Funny how I needed
to talk to Jehovah but instead I spoke of him to
someone.

    Reminding her to enjoy the evening that Jehovah
will bring. Then concluded and continued to my
destination: home. So joyful even more for another
sight of green chalk and graying blues. So giddy
I thank Jehovah once more.

   Dear friend I hope you too enjoy your evening.
Wherever you are. Wherever you may go.