Recalling

      Sitting here recalling the kindness of flowers.
In forms of pictures and actual beauty. Such was the
meaning in giving. The break through of the moment.

      Not sad just rereading that of a mustard seed
and the flowers upon it. Who would have thought
of a simple seed could bring such a bright smile
across a face?

     Oh now rereading the Scriptures given upon
that day. Funny how I needed them more yesterday
but I tried to be strong for another.

     Grateful that I reapplied what was given so I could
be the pillar my family thinks I am. Still I wouldn't be
that for them if Jehovah didn't love me. So this I
am grateful to Jehovah for being my foundation.

     Ah I am watching as the breeze pushes the leaves
around on branches. Yet another simple beauty of
Jehovah's. So many take that one foregranted. Ah
but I do not. For certain of assumption that you, my
dear friend, do not either.

     Just breathing in the silenced room. The tumbling
of the crinkled clothes inside dryer just presses
reality close by. Soon I will be out the door for
secular work. Holding onto a song in my head, feeling
the breeze whip my coppery strands around and
being happy this is the last day of work week.

    Pathetic perhaps but joyous on all accounts for me.
Just prepared, sort of, for the morning. Yet this day
must pass first. Hmm. Giddy as though shown a
brand new part of life. Silly perhaps but just a part
of who I am. What makes me unique. Would you
change that in me?

    Hmm. I know just the the passing of a memory of
flowers means so much. Ah. I don't want tears today
unless from allergies. Pfft. Yet here they draw at the
corners of almond shaped blue eyes. Still a prayer
pushes them back. A hope of possibilities that may
come along my path.

   To be observant of the smallest details inside a
graveled, paved footstep. Oh anything is possible
when I have faith in Jehovah.

   So dear friend recalling a moment of flowers
still places high upon grandest memories. Right along
with the kisses of the breeze and hand drawn
smiley faces. Oh how silly we all are. The thoughts
to uplift just one person, the lengths we go to see
a smile cross a face. Ah those moments are cherished.

   Yes the bridges that are worn but still ever sturdy.
Just as the tapestries of thousands of years ago still
are stained with a woven dream, a moment of
friendship is embraced. So still every day the words
do encourage and the intricate weaves of metals,
fibers and flowers bring forth more creative ways
to expand any time, kind of trial that may be thrown
at what we build. Our friendship.

   Ah. Yes I do love all of my family. New and old.
Here and passed.

   So dear friend I hope your day opens up to becoming
a grand treasure moment. Just one where you stand
amazed for a while.