Thoughts that whisper

      Whispering thoughts crave a moment of ahhs to
escape. Holding and hoping to a tried and true
memory. La how grateful I am just to recall it. A grand
reminder that Jehovah is kind and has mercy upon
his children.

       Seated in my favorite spot in the coffee shop.
Nice cooling of coffee place beside me upon a corner
table. A louder crowd holds the walls today. Laughter,
chatter and rustling of papers. Sights and sounds
that draw more and more sunshine throughout soul.

      Silently I hold onto a hope. Still a gentle dream.
Nevertheless it is mine. Will it come through? Only
Jehovah knows the answer. All I can do is pray.

      La. Seems to be one of those times where prayer
is all that is pressing one foot in front of the other.
Forward every motion. Pushing my choices more and
more towards my Father, Jehovah.

      Oh how emotions want, plead to talk and so
silent I stay. Long enough to make it from sleep to
waking. Ah softness blows over the ever pale soul
and my mind brands the blues to cold stone gray.