The lights of grayness

    The times of past. The waves of silent hellos. Placed
upon my eyes is the gray morning light. How does
a soul and the spirit shine passed one of these days?
Ah yes the prayer to Jehovah. I must remember to give
thanks that one more day he granted me breath, to
awaken once more. Also put upon Jehovah all the
worries, stresses and do not become anxious over
anything. (Philippeans 4:6,7 NWT)

    Once in my days gone, I would not have known
what to do. Ah still, now, in this gray overcast day I still
see the beauty, the positive of a cool, misty day.
The gentle breeze is that of arms pushing me forward.
The mist of rain, even a downpour shows the
supplying of nutrients for the earth and me. And
still the clouds are not dark, did you take notice
that daylight still stands? That the sun is still here,
just hiding for us to seek.

     Time after time I want to make the most of these
mornings. Taking a walk or standing outside absorbing
the breathtaking beauty. As simple as that beauty is
the millions overlook it in a blink of an eye.

     Today is no exception. I would love to be feeling
the rain play melodies over my face, down my copper
strand. Yet I cannot today. Today pain stops me. Yes
I will admit defeat for once. Fire that rages from
stressing my ankle yesterday. La but did I enjoy myself
yesterday? Indeed. The pain is my reminder of
stapling the memories hard against my mind.

    The paintings. The names of artists are there but
not as much as the emotions, the colors nor the
subjects. That part stands clearer than anything. Ah
and to have searched, found hints of light play where
some may have not seen. Ah I close my eyes once
more to recall.

    So even if today becomes a slow day every moment
I am living it I am grateful to Jehovah. I am happy for
this opportunity to breathe in the air. Do you give
thanks to Jehovah for waking up once more? Do you?

   Many questions I have to ask yet I keep so very
quiet. Stillness amidst so much vibrance. Jehovah
hears my thoughts. He knows everything I am thinking
even before I think them, for they are his thoughts
too.

   So here I am seated in pajamas, taking glances
out my window. Rain sputtering here and there.
Cars driving by with their lights on and wipers going.
People warmly dressed, hidden under umbrellas
walking their dogs.

    Oh the want to just go back to sleep yet I do not.
My mind in full alert and the limbs aching to stretch
and be exercised. Ah yes and the stomach growls.

    So to enjoy the cooling breeze of the apartment I
ask myself what is on the agenda for today, asides
from work. Hmm.

    So dear friend I hope you are warm, comfortable
and in loving care of friends and family. If you do
get a chance to create enjoy every step, every second
and soak in the variations of color.

    As for me. I still hold onto the visions of paintings.
Swirling over and over as I come to the ones I
absorbed the most.

    I still dream too. Hoping for a note of mention to
cross over fingertips. Yet not anxious over prospects
just a silent hope. One day a voice will shock me
and joy will speak volumes inside of sky blue eyes.
So until then I dream, I hope, I love and I give. One
day will be my turn.