Absorbed inside my setting

      Seated outside in the goodness of a cooling breeze.
Hmm indeed the creaminess of the soul is
entertained with light kisses by the sun. Soaking up the
joy I have placed here.

      Every bit of me that falls here is just opened.
Absorbing all that Jehovah leaves me to see. Here
sitting upon my step. Leaning over knees to view
that I can seek inside the beauty of nature.

     A hope of friends to see. The views of warmth,
compassion that pours from their smiles. Ah yes this
is what I hope for, still the eyes are blurry from a
few pieces of water.

     Hmm. The voice that sits outside is quiet. A silent
hope, dream that places me here. There must be
some reason why the breeze calms me. The roaring
of cars over the pavement.

     Oh how I am stationary and yet my heart is
beating a marathon. Truly just a simple request of
softness. Not a sad hope. Just the dream of all
possibilities. Oh yes opportunities unravelled.

   Indeed I am placed in some sort of clear protection
of the "what ifs" that fall from other worried souls.
Ah I cannot begin to explain to them. Their minds
are closed to anything but this negativity.

   Why Jehovah, why do they have to be so nasty
and claim it as protection?

    Oh I cannot pour to them the lies they have told
themselves to help comfort them. Oh I cannot hold
them accountable but you can. One by one the
difference I have made only make me stronger, yet
does it say they are weaker?

    To my understanding no. How though can I express
all my changes, showing that I have no intentions of
forgetting what I have learned? Why must one
drag me through the dirt? Pulling a high stool for
themselves to be placed?

   Jehovah is that their insecurities? Is that there
imperfections? Oh I hope that the prayer I hold
increases their understanding of my lessons. Why
drag me through the mud, is that their justification
of who I am?

    All I can say is give me the strength you have always
given me. Push me through all the edges of sharpness
and hold back my sorrow. Place over me the
warmth of loving kindness and grant me of the
wisdom to be patient with all those who intend me
harm. Oh Jehovah I pray that they finally realize that
I am strong because I have you standing beside me
every step I take.

   Not too conceited in acknowledging such, just
hope for those who doubt who I am. The deepest
prayer of all is for my goals to be reached. Yes,
oh Jehovah, I know that with you as my foundation
my goals, my hopes, my prayers will be revealed.

     So here absorbing the cool evening. Watching as
the leaves tickle the wind. The whispers of funny
conversations echo inside my eyes.

     One by one the thoughts come to a halt for a
moment or two. Just inhaling the sky. Beauty of
speckled cream, of startling blue eyes and
copper stirring the gentlest of smiles.

      So here I sit for a while longer. Then to clear
off the slate and address the evening skies. I pray
for a bit more rain.

    So dear friend. Never completely pale not even
close. Just the hints of peachy pink with splattered
pieces of brown and red. So smile. I pray you are
well or improving. Looking forward to a comment
among family somewhere down the road.

   No dares. No commands save two : give love and
cherish a little sister, family.

   Now smile and respond with worded rings.