Beauty of a simple request

    The views that screamed for a voice just keeps
playing tunes inside the mind. Holding open the door
the words fall where it all is necessary.

    Hoping. Praying for a the answers to the questions
feuding inside my head. Oh I hope. Still must keep
moving inside the day. Proving to Jehovah that I am
still here.

  Yet Jehovah knows I am here. Perhaps the
Scriptures prove to me why I am still clinging upon
Jehovah's table even after all that presses me down.

   I am still hoping. Giving complete faith in my Father,
Jehovah I lean upon only his understanding, not
mine. Not reasoning with myself I just hold up
myself with his encouraging love. Hoping. Seeing,
feeling the joy.

   Oh how the beauty of Jehovah inspires. I spin
and sing out loud until the giggles fall before my
spirit and the rosy lips cannot hold back the smiles.

   Simple little pieces of happiness empty upon my
tattered, worn soul. Still I push forward. Waiting,
listening to the words written before me. So much
is allowed to open into the thinking process, the
meditation.

   Holding still is the time for me. Inside this busy
world my motions are inhaling in the slowest of
techniques. Oh how Jehovah teaches me. The patience
of people. The wearing of who, how they are until
I am capable of shrugging off the things that they use
to annoy me.

   So here I am just absorbing the beauty and the
laughter inside my spirit. So wanting to be a part
of those giving news of the Truth. Still I am patient
because I must learn of that others just cannot let
go.

  Soon Jehovah will press them to let go. Showing the
grand display of his holy spirit inside me. Soon
I will be able to get out there and not have to be
concerned whether they can be with me. Joyful that
I am out before even they think of waking up.

   Oh Jehovah giving me the patience, the
understanding and the strength to endure through
until you seem fit to open my strides.

   Oh please help me shine oh Jehovah. Ah the
smile seems muted on my lips but tiny giggles
ripple throughout my spirit. One by one the simple
pieces of beauty inside the morning, unfold before
my eyes.

   So happy. One movement will uplift inside a silly
breath of air.

   So friend I have not spoken nor seen so I will not
press. Enjoy your day. Holding all at bay I may
stand observing the views, the laughter. I may look
but nothing is shown.

  Please step back and smile for I am certain Jehovah
sees I am in need.

   Ah. The steps. Walking to just breathe. Holding onto
just one moment. The necessity to explore the light
of the morning. So love your first breath. Enjoy those
inside your presence and hold them tight, when
able. Love and give.

   I am certain someone is looking, seeing the joy.