Words of silence is forgiving

      Silent are the words awaiting their moment in
air. Carefully the storm ceases and the sunshine
blazes down upon blue eyes.

      Driftwood floats over the eye sore of the week
passed. Slow but efficient is the soul in recouping from
a tired mess. Ah just seated inside a room of silence
and flickering lights.

     So much is opened yet most of it is still crammed
in tight spaces. Lives that carry on will do well to
recall not all were magnificent and glorious in our
actions, choices.

    Somewhat sadden by how I knew, understood
yet all else who did not know were floored by an
unresponsive declaration. Ah I responded to their
stunning by doing just as Jehovah taught me. No, no
I showed no laughter in their astonishments just
displayed the love and showed pity for their
unwillingness to grasp who exactly my father was.

   Oh how, now, I step myself more forward than that
of yesterday. Holding stronger to Jehovah and my
love of him and his family.

   So my claim of need for hugs, for smiles and for a
quirky dance to be given or displayed is very true.
Sincere love and hope is necessary to bring me
forward.

    Do I miss my father? Oh no. Yet I must admit he
was my father. Still to me that means nothing. Just the
stranger I forgave long ago. The tears that fell the
first night of news were those of all his missed
opportunities to make ammends. Still nothing. So
I must continue believing I did what was right long
ago.

    Perhaps I had hoped one day I would hear from his
groomed face a " I am sorry." Still I realize all that is
too late now. I will not hear those words drip from his
lips, ever.

    So now I sigh. Pressing the heavy exhale into the
afternoon light. Hoping for that day when I do get to
see him again.

   So my dear friend, you may ask is there anything I
learned from this event? Oh yes. I must give thanks
that I am standing, breathing here and I took the
first step to make ammends. To me that has to be
good enough.

   Has to be enough for me to press forward into my
life. Ah a soft laughter echoes throughout my soul
and deep within my spirit.

    Such joy in the simple things. The smallest note
of twenty-six gauge wire circles to a tiny mustard
seed to the smile of a friend to the Scriptures placed
before my eyes. All these given in encouragement of
a new friendship.

   Hmm. Now about that friendship, if it still exists. I
hope to find out in days, weeks, months and years to
come, if I may.

   Ah how a joy of a single tear falling from almond
shaped, cornflower blue eyes. Now smile with me
as I listen to my uplifting tunes sent by friends.

   Perhaps the allowance of soft greenery viewed within
a calming sun light. Ah a hope within a dream to
attain one day. Until then I can just recall a quirky
dance instead.