Softness in air

    Silently the whispers fall down over me. Echoing
deep inside my soul. Soaring, seeking my spirit.
Oh how the softness is comforting.

    One word at a time settles down inside the mind.
Holding still onto one dream, one memory. The songs
that waver throughout the soul just call out.

   Hear the quietness surround. Sit listening to all
of Jehovah's nature. Pull your eyes open. Drag them
to a scene. Hold onto the moment. Just breathe.

  Tiny whisps of wind brush against your face. Do
you feel it? Oh the softest of kisses given to you by
Jehovah. Ah do you feel loved?

   Standing out in the air. Just allowing the wind
to uplift the spirit, dance with bright copper strands.
Yes I feel loved. I am not alone standing in the awe
of the scenery before me. Thousands, perhaps even
millions feel it.

    Sounding off a sigh upon the wind as I turn to
face the breaking sunlight. Oh stunning is how
I feel. Simple, solo and giddy. Oh this is the best
feeling ever. That of one exhale to press all of
weighing issues into Jehovah's hands. Onto the
joy inside.

    Stepping back into my car I drift back down to
a lower level and just recalled the moments passed.
Sitting here, waiting. Oh patience of the kindness.

   Songs unfold into my ears. Bringing my heart racing.
Oh the simple rapture of exhileration. Hmm.

   Feeling the wind as I walk inside my work. Holding
onto the caresses of the breeze in memories. Simple
moments of softness.

   So dear friend how is this breeze going to effect
you today?

   Smile.