My piece of grass

         Feeling my coppery strands stray, dance in
front of my eyes. Soothing lyrics of Norah Jones'
"The Long Day is Over" washing throughout my head.

        The wind plays a game with the leaves. Pick up,
set down. Oh how I close my eyes just breathing in
the scenery from my balcony.

         I have it all memorized. Green manicured
lawns, trees of pointed leaves and a few dangling
birdhouses. Now eyes slowly open to watch as
neighbors with their dogs walk across a path. Then
my eyes catch those who are helping magnify
Jehovah's beautiful landscape. I silently give a prayer
of thanks to them.

         Still my eyes shine from the hints of sunlight.
The joy that falls from my mind deep into my spirit.
So glorious are the fresh breaths. So hopeful are my
thoughts.

         Oh thank you Jehovah for the beautiful warm
day. Indeed you fullfilled my hopes today. Still so
much of the day and evening left.

         So much laughter echoes inside me. Little hopes
of sisters spinning round and round. The falling down
upon the fresh cut grass only to hear a scolding. I
smile. Laughing and recalling how the Marshall
girls never stayed clean, at least not me. Haha.

         So much nature to experience. So much to
investigate. Hmm. Holding back some well saught
after tears. Oh the missings. Still I press an open
prayer to Jehovah. Softly wiping away a few
escaping tears.

         Hmm. Oh Jehovah pick me up. I have to be
strong here and weak with you.

         One day at a time. Smoothing back the emotion.
Close my eyes. Allowing the blues to turn to the
stormy grays. Oh to just breathe. Just know I am the
one still here.

         Somedays I ask why and still I give thanks it was
me still standing, breathing. I am not one who was
exhausted from life, within my spirit. So much I have
planned. So much more of me to persevere.

         Oh thank you Jehovah for that gust of wind.
The soft caress to remind me I am doing okay. That
I still breathe today.

         Pushing. Surviving. Living for all that Jehovah
has for me. Every trial I face isn't bad compared to
all that is gone, passed. If Jehovah gave me the
strength then, how could I ever doubt he will give it
to me now?

        How could I know there is a greater picture
involved. One piece is placed. One more step solved.
Ah here inside me is uncertainty of the world but
I am so sure of how I want to press forward into my
life.

        Step upon step. Choice by choice. Dream into
dream. Hope falling into prayer toward being
closer and closer to Jehovah.

       Yes that is my dream. My hope. My goal. All
is attainable because I am focused upon Jehovah.
All else in life are surprises and bonuses.