Carried time

       Stationary are the words as the mind scrolls down.
Holding clarity motionless for moments at a time.

       Breaths are carried and time is pinched to a
slower method. Still a memory springs loose. Silly
of a thought, a hope as though it is mine to cling to.

      Sighing explains a technique of relief. Gasps
clearing the airways to newer levels. Distances that
bring back a shred of light. A new hope of taste,
senses reeling to grasp at learning ideals.

      Interesting enough how just one roll of steam
creates mountains and mountains of words. Hmm
indeed the solid form of what I know of Truth claims
a strong hold over all that tempts me.

     Silently an echo sits in open air. Does anyone
hear it?

     Ah the wind rustles leaves and pulls feathers
taunt. Soaring above the buildings my spirit aches.
Once upon a memory the joy bounced here and
there.

    Distroyed? Oh no. Just placed inside a box of
protection. Still I go knocking. Hoping there is softness
that can become firmer. One day I pray that the
sighs come of excitement.

     For now the sights have to play cautiously across
my mind. Carefully selecting the right words that
say all that is true.

     Forgetting others of worldly views. Leaving behind
the trickery and trailing of hatred. The spirit, the
soul and the conscience seeks what is known.

    So follow the Truth. Hold out your hand and
together with millions of siblings we will join inside
all that is held dear.

   An opening of a day. Grateful for breath, for
strength and for protection. Are you?

   So here the water drains and the words halt for
a few seconds. Cater to the wind and wait for Jehovah's
loving kindness. Empty all that is weighing in upon
you to our Father, Jehovah, God. Soon, you too,
will feel the clarity he has been giving.

    Now only thing is : will you seek Jehovah first?