Voice heard?

        Seated here in greens and blues just soaking
up the warm air. Loving the peace I feel.

        Wanting so bad a kind word or two to sit with
me. Yet I know I must hold my own somewhere.

       Hmm. Softly I hum to myself in hopes of
somewhere someone is listening to me. Ah yes
Jehovah.

      Sometimes, still, I do wonder if any people
hear me. That my voice isn't just for me anymore.
How do I ask?

      Oh I know not. Placing that weight upon Jehovah.
I can only hope. Right? Hope that my voice is
heard, understood. Never confused. Oh I know I
can hope for that.

     Standing clear. Looking out the window. So much
to see in this one o'clock hour. One by one the
worries fall apart and the smile holds steady.

     Shh. Listen. Hear me breathe. Just this one time.

    Hmm. Working. Hoping. Hobbling. Oh come now
laughter is all around. Take your pick.