Opening of the moments

       Slowly the eyes open to a voice from the
television. British drama. Hmm. Nap has sustained
me. Still the soul is liquid.

       Much is the mind still under a cloud of fog.
Oh but joyfully playful. Ah ha how fine the details are
of memories and dreams. Drawing closer until the
lines blur. Softness that covers the pale limbs.
Holding clear the warmth within.

     So many thoughts cross my mind. Yet only one
desire is there: to feel the rain. So gentle is the stirrings
and vibrant is the spirit soaring. The endless joy
of the levels of hearing.

    Rap tap tap goes the drops. Drifting down the
layered buildings. Still the only thing that is noticed
is the drab cooling weather. Ah how sad is a person
that feels the dreariness of the day. Yet there are
many who feel the sunshine peeking out in spots.

   Where are your standings? Do you see the joy
in small pieces of positive sunshine? Do you feel the
vibrance in the downpour, the power of Jehovah
inside the storms? How do you stand on a bit of
land when all else is flooded?

   La. As the mind crawls over the possibilities
displayed across the creative spaces. Oh how simple
a streak of light is just inside that hurrying squirrel or
the splash of a puddle. Oh the sighs of a fast beating
heart.

   Hmm. So much is there and yet still so much more
is growing. The lessons absorbed inside a week's worth
of pain. Growing, building and living. The moment
of realization that not necessarily is there a need for
materialistic things but for that of personal hope, the
wonders of imagination and love from one : Jehovah.
Oh how amazing that moment is.

   Oh how I walked around and observed the sadness
and did not feel it. I heard the concern of livelihood
and I did not weigh heavy on where. I only knew
when those of my worldly family cried in great sorrow
I sighed in relief. Perhaps the sounds of ice cracking
yet I understood that I will never be called family
to those who lived those lives.

   I am grateful to the moment when I said my final
goodbyes. Safely I was tucked into Jehovah's loving
mercy, care. So happy I am knowing I will always need
Jehovah and that he will always supply me with what
I need to persevere.

   So small are the moments of rain. Washing away
the restlessness of a long drive, ending the emptiness
of hatred. Bringing upoon grandness in one puddle
of silliness.

  Ah how I sigh such grand echoes and whisper the
softest hellos. My dear one I hope you see I am strong
because Jehovah holds me. I do not feel the closeness
and am unique for the differences I am noted.

  Holding further are the lessons of tomorrow.
Opening up to the possibilities of a lighter day. All is
prepared for one more breath. So here, inhale the
beauty of the evening sparkle, the twinkle of the
stars shining for just you. Hmm. A moment to giggle
or chuckle. Holding onto the immense joy to jump
up and dance a quirky dance. Ah ha are you with me?

   So please join me for a moment. The absorption of
the cooling night air, the glance into the moonshine
and that of the whispering twinkles of stars. Listen
to the glory of the evening. Can you hear it? Do you
feel it?

   La. A smirk plays in the right corner of my lips.
Begging to be released into the full blown display of
mischievousness. Is that bad of me? Oh for sure not.
It is indeed the simple happiness radianting
throughout my spirit. Escaping through a giggle, a
tickle of life pressing through me. Oh are you joyful
for me, with me? Please, oh, please be so.

    Still as the mind unravels as the time becomes
more alert. Ah I find joy deeply placed among the
girlish frills, silent memories and the silly, quirky
moments. Now very much awake and absorbing the
shiny copper frizz all around. Emptying the distance
of time into on solid breath.

   Hold me still for one silent whisper and kiss the
wind in the most sincerest, brotherly way. Hold at
bay the concern or worry of my person because
Jehovah has taken them from me. I wave a hello in
my mind, perhaps on the morn to an actual person.
Ah if we shall breathe in the sunlit sky.

   So dear friend, I am so grateful for the moment of
thoughts that crossed over you. Happy you and others
placed prayers in my name. Softly I send a thank you
among the cool breeze. If you listen the branches
tickle the air and Jehovah will press into your mind.

   Here I give a hug with, yet again, orangutan arms
but not so far this time. Silly I am. Laugh with me as
you enjoy your night in peace, love and happiness.

    Goodnight my dear friend. Looking forward to
seeing you some time.