The cease of raining tears

       Softly the torrent of rain has ceased just as the
tears from my eyes. Calming and peaceful the
evening is becoming.

       Much preparation for the long journey ahead.
Not one I wanted to be making anytime soon, yet,
here I am. Peaceful in knowing where, how to
cope. The shock has been absorbed.

      The rain has washed clean the fits of crying.
The strength Jehovah sends me now is pushes me.
Scriptures family, friends bring press even further
into me. Calming.

     Not coldness just uncomfortable of seeing parts
of family I let be for years. How I push into my life
now is yet something new to experience. Either they
can love the new me or not. I hope it is love.

    Ah so exhausted. Calling people. Such a long
day and how much a nap seems to cover my soreness.
My eyes to rest from the burning of salty tears. Oh
just the shortness of an hour or two to recoup from
all the excitement of the day.

    Yes just a sense of completion of the day. Time
to relax and organize for trip. Hoping I will be of
service to someone.

     One more sigh crosses over me. Holding me
tight is the love of my friends, my family and most of
all Jehovah. Oh how much look forward to.

    Still rest is a must first. So shh Mary. Rest the
mind. Put on hold the thoughts. Push back the
hardened memories and just allow Jehovah to pull
away all that is weighing down upon me.

   So here my eyes begin to flick. My head nods off
here and there. Now curled up in frills of lace and
cotton, a red velvet throw my baby blues close for
a long awaited nap.