Breeze thrown

     A gentle moment I stood outside listening
to the random rush of the leaves. So calm is all now.
Even the heat of the evening time is steady.

    Still seated in my car hoping for the breeze to come
back. Just to feel joy once more.

    Holding onto an openness. A place where a memory
can be made. Yet none has formed. Still patient
I am because the daylight is still welcoming. Slowly
but surely the dusk is coming. That is when the
heat dispersed ever so lightly.

    Hoping that friends, family open up their eyes
to the glory seated right next to them. The faces of
love hold them. I hope that the grandness of a
simple hello shouts down a hardened wall.

   Ah not too much to expect just a tiny glimmer
of a hope, a dream I cling to. Does it matter to you?

   Unknown but definitely happy for any thoughts.
Still a tiny but bright moment to send clearly is
amazing, yes?

    So here I want to explain that even though today is
usually a day I enjoy I pray that the night holds a
better definition of joy than that of the morning
hours.

   Praying to Jehovah I stand. Creating a moment
of soft sighs. Now starting my car I greet the wind with
enthusiasm. Cautiously I lean for an outstanding
leap yet not expecting.

  So yes all is possible with Jehovah. Well lit is the
ideas that some do care for me and I am loved deeply.
Such tears descend my eyes, my freckled cheeks at
a possibility roaming.

  Here. I hand you an opening. Are you willing to
choose that I am inside a thought, a prayer you may
have for a little sister?

   I can only hope.