Spoken hopes

    Spoken pieces of laughter rolled down my soul.
Echoing into the air. Ah silly is the soul, childish is
the sweetest memory. Held closely by loving arms.

   Ah how I miss those moments. The night sky
sings a soft lullaby to me. Reminding me of how I
will not recall if family choose otherwise when a
choice is given. I will not be saddened by the loss.

   Perhaps now is a good time to be seated alone.
Not lonely just here in a room solo. Not scared, not
anxious just happy to be where I am. So yes all may
seem as though in isolation yet I am not. Jehovah
keeps me company.

  Waiting patiently for the sleepiness to take over so
that my pale soul can be prepared for an early
morning. Hmm. Still here I sit contorted in a weird
way. La so quietly observing the room. Senses
calming ever so slowly. Still a hint of seasoned, hot
popcorn and sweet pineapple beckon my tastebuds.
Hmm. Yummy. Then a nice cup of hot tea to soothe
the throat.

  Indeed soon sleep will take hold of those hopes of
mine. Search high for the dreams and create
wonderful memories to lessons on how to obtain
my goals.

  Looking forward to the next day's lessons. How about
you, dear friend?

  What are your hopes? What kind of dreams do you
hope for? What kind of goals do you pray to obtain?

  Hmm. I pray for your hopes, your dreams to be
answered and all those goals you want to learn,
gain that Jehovah sees a way to help you as he does
me.