A slight demand

      Shh the silence in a darkened room. Holding
closely to the wall as I walk quietly to my room. So
many adventures today.

      Hmm. Tiny ripples start inside me as the room
spins. Stopping long enough to gain balance. A mad
dash to satin covers and cooling sheets.

      Pink cotton frills encase a slight glowing soul.
Entering a short prayer I hope for friends, for family
and then me. Down, down fall the eyelids. Heaviness
pulling the mind in a substation.

    Indeed a viewing replays from the previous
motions set inside my television. The words. The
oddity of finding what Jehovah gave me in an answer.
The vibes of friendships.

   So much wonder yet Jehovah is the answer. Why
pull away? Alas not a question for me to answer.

     Still so much is there. My mind trembles with
the smallest of etchings. Clinging tightly, I do, to
the knowledge Jehovah has given me. The assurance
of what is deeply placed here.

    Oh I cannot know my future. All I can do is hope.
Pray that the uncertainty is cleared. The love that
is shouting from my lungs and pouring from my
spirit I hope embraces at least one person a day.

    Perhaps a small glimmer of hope left. Ah the views
that are lit inside my mind hold me so strongly.
A old black and white film that beckons for an
imaginative mind. One by one the colors painted
in. Just as Jehovah saw fit.

    Simple as closing my eyes, may seem, there is
much that makes demands upon my soul. Ah my
spirit groans in the efforts Satan is taking to
deteriorate my foundation. Ah but I have been
forewarned.

     Stationed in between the covers I try to give
the memories an easing closure for preparation of
the following day. Yet all that is falling is the
rumbling inside my soul. The throbbing. Indeed
a beating is beginning inside my temples.

    Curled into a tight knot my soul is contained. Even
though I laugh over such silliness in a prior
arrangement. La just a kind surprise for some. One
by one the voices of many stand tall.

    Yes Jehovah has them. Carrying me through yet
another obstacle. So dearest friend of mine,
pray for a soothing sleep and a refreshing breath
of air in the morning.

    Down, down the eyes have fallen. Now dreaminess
echoes and the breathing is evened. Hmm open, close.

    Just go to bed, Mary.