Winds of joy

     Ah the wind hits my face. So joyful of the moments
of peace. All aware of the world around me, I absorb
the views of Jehovah's grand nature.

     The sense of comfort in seeing the birds roll across
the sky. Hear them chirp in the early morning light.

     So happy for the new beginning. No more does
the mind think on those who are gone. Only those
who survive.

     Seated inside a leather chair awaiting the last
goodbyes. Hoping and treasuring the memories
made. None too strong to leave behind and none too
sad to hold at bay.

   Still the wind pulls for me to drift with it. Holding
a smile wide across my freckled face. Tiny are the
sparkles that shine inside my eyes. Oh how I hope
that the day breaks open more laughter as yesterday
did. So many joys and sighs escaped many
mouths in early morn. The nerves taken from my
soul and spirit as the entrance became wider.

   Yes a part of me will want to help all I can. Still I must
remember they too need to learn to walk.

    Ah such breeze. So cool. So welcoming. Much is
the gracious love of Jehovah, God. Still I shine brighter
as Jehovah gives the sunlit kisses across my forehead.
So big, so childish is the grin that sits deep within my
spirit.

   Oh a few more hours and I am home at last. Thankful
for the lesson of the week but so ready to jumpstart my
day. Ah and peaceful at that.

   So my dearest friend I hope the day goes as you like
it too. I hope if there is rain you splash in puddles
thinking of my silliness for I know I would love to be
doing so. To finally shed the layers of seriousness
off my soul and hear joyful songs blare deep inside
my spirit.

   If it is sunny and beautiful stand, lean upon your
irons and breathe in the grandness of the beginning.
Hope, dream big. Pursue and attain all that is there.

   I hope to see all very soon.