Just listen and smile

                A soft memory plays a song over and over
in my head. A soothing moment to recall the breeze,
the rain that falls.

                All is an echo forming in the words of a
hello, warm greetings. Down, down the corridor
I wave. Laughing as the wind picks up and carries
the tune. A hollow call sent throughout the sky.

               Holding onto the delicate lyrics until the
birds hear. Beginning their soft lullaby to the clouds.
I close my stormy grays to listen.

                Oh how gentle each vibration is. So
uncertain which birds are singing. Ah I silently add
the words into my mind. A sweet, endearing memory
to hold open. Ah and so much to experience, to
cherish deep yet none has been explored.

                Sliced and prepared yet no notes made.

               I listening to the deafening sound of pure
silence. So many words tumble down from my mind.
Grumbling inside my voice, demanding ink. All falls
and I smile. The spirit is shining brilliantly for anyone
who is listening.

               Once I dreamed of this kind of softness. This
tiny hope of being held sweetly. Alas I am sitting here
quietly inhaling the breeze of such warmth, such
tender care.

                 So aware I am of Jehovah's pushings, how
he carries me and continues to love me. Soft wind
presses a carefree dance of copper upon my
freckled face, catching a silent sting inside my left
blue eye. Silly as I am caught in shock yet still a
giggle falls out of rosy lips.

                   Yes so much of me still echoes those
wordy memories. Held over me like soft lullabies.
Vibrant music caressing the mind of praises. I sit
here absorbing all around.

                   Saying my silent prayer to Jehovah as
one more time the wind picks up the mass creation
of copper, whipping around my face. So gently a
smile stays upon my face. Looking up I acknowledge
Jehovah for his love of me.

                    Unique me. Beautiful me. Quirky me.

                   So just listen and smile.