Slips of hopes

      Softness slips the wind. The cooling kisses upon
fevered paleness. A whisper of hope inside a
prayer. A hope of strength. A hope of joy.

      Shh. Listen to the whistles of the breeze. Allow
the moments to fade away as you lean back and
close your eyes. Hold onto that breath just a few
seconds more.

       Now open your eyes slowly. Feel the scenery
unfold before you. How small does that make you
feel? Me? Oh I feel tiny against the majestic views.
Still I am as important as the ants on the ground.

       Oh the emotions of calm wave over me. The
senses chilled by the exhale. Yes Jehovah was
listening to his daughter, me.

       Now all there is, is to live life. Choose right.
Hope big. Love endlessly. Give way to patience
and hold tight to kindness. This is how I must go.

       One glimpse of silliness can bring such delight
in my spirit. Ah how I look forward to those moments
of unyielding laughter. Wouldn't you?

       So into the warmth of the heated day I traipse.
Still I know the direction I am heading. The dreamy
hope of what possibilities are in store for this day.

      Indeed all is possible when you have faith and
trust in Jehovah.

       So dear friend, please exercise that right of
possibilities. Hope strong. Love hard and give way
to all warming kindness. Make sure to return some
too.

      Here I stand giggling softly at just that command,
demand for I know somewhere, someone will have
listened.