A balmy hope

     Silence holds a calming balm over my mind. Softly the
words echo throughout my loaded memories. Clearly not
wanting to scream out I just stare off in hopes the eerieness
disappears.

     Oh how so much time has passed and yet, still, some
pain is pressing hard against my thoughts. Carving a deep
wedge upon my nerves.

    Oh Jehovah I ask of your help. Softly whispering into the
midnight, cooling air. So sweetly and most sincere are the
weights that tear. I beg of you Jehovah to help this child,
this daughter to clear away the empty moments that have
long faded.

    So kindly I take that first step. Wobbly as a newborn
colt, I tread happily towards any guidance that may be
offered. So please hear my request and give words, thoughts
to inspire my hands to write.

    Hmm. The sighs that exhale from lungs are long and
confusing. I sit here with great hope and faith that my
Father, Jehovah will give me all that is necessary to keep
moving closer to him.

    Shakingly I hope that family are not so distant and that
somewhere my thoughts, my concerns open their minds into
a prayer of hope and love. Oh Jehovah I know you will help
me as you have done so many other times.

    So dear friend of mine I only hope that the sighsfalling
from my lips echo into your thoughts. Praying that somewhere
the dream is reality. A hope.

     A new wave of beauty sits here. The dream of possibilities
of family growing, loving and giving. Would you recognize
that joy inside of me? Would you make a comment in
regards to the glow?

     A hope. A dream. Indeed faith is there and loving
kindness is echoed inside a tiny step whispered. Were you
listening?