A fraction of shyness

    Shh I say. If you listen closely you will hear the colors of
black fade to a shiny clarity. Oh ever so shly the steps are
leading to the recorded views.

     Here. Come stand with me in my moment of unquestioned
theory of beauty. Seated upon the right crowds the eyes are
closed. Yet would you know only a few understand I am
feeling, trusting in Jehovah for guidance? Ah I do not dare
imply that you are uncertain about any standings. Just
though the slightest mention of a small request unbounded.

    Though some would wonder if that is even of great
possibility. I did not even take on that perspective. Only
know what is truth. Ah do you? Would you grasp blindly for
Jehovah's hand?

    So dear this tiny fraction of who I have become only
tips the iceberg and rattles all to the core. Still I am sure of
one thing: Jehovah is the rock I need. What about you?

    So simple is the view of the into the sky. Clearest of blues
fading into the tiniest slivers of gleaming white. The
recognition given in a prayer. Amen to the beauty of Jehovah.

     Now taken on the cream silks finely woven into seamist
threads. Covering of navy blue embroidered with white
floral motifs at a square neckline. A small exposure of
paled peach pink dusted with reddish brown freckles. Hmm
indeed a soft breeze of artificial air provokes a drawing of
warmth.

    The softest of sighs as the soul drifts to a calmed, fading
night slumber. Shh you just may hear the whimpers and
giggles inside my dreams.

            Now smile dear friend for I am finally saying good
night.