Pixels in a memory

      No words can be necessary when looking at
pictures. Softly unique are the pixels. Gentle is the
mind absorbing and reflexing.

      Here I am staring at a photo but no words fall
from mind to fingers. The echoes of a name yet no
place to set it.

      Hmm how the silence can stay for a while in
a darkened room. Grateful to the hints of light falling
through blinds.

      Loudly the heart beats but long are the breaths.
Focusing the eyes on one particular viewing. Hinting
that the adjustment must begin.

      Tiny are the steps falling upon carpet. Tiptoing
down the hallway. Long standing peeking through
curtains. Now throwing the scarlet color away from
daylight.

     Oh the mind stay firming looking into the morning
light. The distant gaze is only for the moment. The
need to get out and make a motion. Finding that
peace to calm the day.

    Already such need has arrived. The knot in my
throat. The churning in my stomach. Yes the
uncomfortable notions I must place upon my Father,
Jehovah.

    Finding my need and placing. Holding onto a hope
for me. For now all has been won for you. Still I hold
in a prayer for trials must be faced and life must be
lived.

    So would it be kind to place a thought of me?
The picture of red swirls does nothing when words
are needed. So staring at it may mean the letters
demand their airtime. So why stare when you have
a voice?

    Ah I cannot know what is in the mind of others.
Hence the reason why Jehovah is here. All I can hope
is that people do want to talk just that the hesistation
sits upon them. Great lengths they attempt but
words halt before they begin.

   I, too, have experienced that. Did you know when
that happens a letter or a note says it all. Ah I do
recall a moment that it helped me greatly. The last
letter I wrote my father. Hmm I hope he had peace
when he read it.

   Ah still at moment just the morning air helps clear
away all weights, halts. Just to inhale, exhale the
right things are laid upon mind and can be heard.  

    A simple, sincere prayer to Jehovah gives courage
and helps you find the answers. So just ask, seek and
there Jehovah will be.

   Stationary I am looking out beyond the sky. A
dream perhaps. Including the spirit as it soars. The
heart beat is steady and the churning has ceased.
A dawning of calm plays a rolling melody upon my
paleness. The pause of a picture.

   Rolling the scenery across my memory. Clearly
in need of a walk. Yes to accept what is opened just
for me.

   So dearest one. Take care of the pixels given in
a moment. Cherish all the loved ones you can. Step
by step a form will follow a new pattern, a new
person and time will ease you back into lives.

   For me, already there. I watch. I smile. I hold
new memories that clearly are not mine. Just
observing through a window.

   A momentary hope one day I too will experience.
Today is full of possibilities so go, make new
adventures.