A muted plant

     No doubt stands clearing a path on my road. I
am grateful to Jehovah for holding me up. Giving
me the strength to prevail inside tempting trials.

     So often I find myself wondering about people.
Must find the right words to plant inside the spirit,
the mind. Holding off any form of negativity.

    Yes the need to decide for others cannot be,
must not be important for me. I still have to walk away
even run if all starts to control my thoughts.

    Sadly at times I want to make the answers sit
well inside my head yet they are not correct to
the voice that speaks them.

    Oh how softly I whisper to Jehovah to take all
that lays anxiously across my memories, making them
disappear. The nudge of assurance sits well inside
me. Filling the solo act into a dancing of millions.

   Yes that is the uplifting feeling of Jehovah. The
enduring love he showers on all his children. Such
amazing moments pulled together. How can I deny
the passion of my Father, Jehovah, God? Why would
you deny yourself those tender moments?

   Alas I cannot answer for anyone but me. Silly,
quirky, unique Mary. Still so much drops at my feet.
What will I do with it all?

   Freeing up the air I see, I feel the weightless ideas
of my mind. The colors that are expressed throughout
the skies. Such one of those tender kisses of breeze
entertains my night until the morning light.

    Soaking now into a foggy room of mist. Entering
into the heavy stream of fire only to feel chills
come running down my spine. Ah yes the cooling
sensation of vanilla, almond and peppermint. Indeed
there is such as soothing in a breath.

   Holding onto the cold tile the soul leans in. Watching
as the paleness turns darker. Tinges of various
shades. Hmm. So much to experience yet some must
wait. Tomorrow comes after sleep. One small amount
of rest to quickly hold down possibilities that open.

   Yes my early morning rendezvous imparts on a
rather vibrant collection of joys. All prepared to join
in on the company of others. Courage to be toned
and radiance to be muted. All but silent.

   So much lays in wait until the darkening to light
comes. What shall I say but hello and good morning.
Yet the eyes must close before I can awaken.

  Here, I extend my invitation to all that are interested.
A tiny kiss upon foreheads to kindly remind I am
a little sister still growing, learning.

   So who am I to you but your friend and sister.
Carefully I pray for all that enters your head, mine
and others that surround us. I hope that the decisions
made are in tune with Jehovah and that I am to be
a part of an evergrowing friendship of family.

   Am I wrong in my hopes?