Distance of motions

       The openness of my soul unfolds the eyes to
explore all that has begun a new day. One step at a
time the limbs awaken.

       Time pulled the covers upon me and absorbed
me into a cocoon of warmth and love. The desire to
stay motionless as the words trickle from my mind
to electronic paper.

       Oh how the choking of my first gasp of air
this morning brings a renewed sense of appreciation.
Funny how just one inhale is so precious and yet
millions take it foregranted.

       One by one the yawns escape as I press a
warning sign of a throbbing ankle aside. Holding
onto the need to exercise. Yet the weather just
demands the cooling morning breeze to lift my
spirit. The process of cycling seems only as an escape
rather than a healing step this morning.

     Yet I press on. Telling myself to move. Be
motivated. Disappointment of friends and family
to fade as the day grows brighter.

     So much to empty upon Jehovah shoulders.
Unfolding the concerns and the misunderstandings
of imperfection. Ah the simple joys to release and
hold me where, when I need a friend moree.

   Alas Jehovah is there. Helping me, guiding me
and encouraging me. One by one the taunt,
screaming muscles become lax. Opening up the
spirit to soar within the hearty laughter.

   The soul cries releasing the pent up emotions.
The tears burn as they slide from stormy gray eyes.
Ah friend of mine would you walk with me for
a moment. Increase the joy tenfold with one quirky
smile?

    Alas I as too much. Soul preparing for a morning
walk. Entertaining, feasting the eyes upon the beauty
Jehovah created. The main focus is how much Jehovah
loved me, giving me air to breathe, waking my soul
and increasing the joy inside my spirit.

   Ah the moments of truth where crying only seems
to be the best solution I pray, I hope that somewhere
an answer awaits.

   So dear friend would you smile if seeing a downcast
face? Would you try to uplift?

   Perhaps there stands what I need.