Loss of conversation

     Interesting how the morning stops and starts. The
openings of the day just unfold before you. One
breath. One word. Magnificent.

     Softly I inhale the moments of just Jehovah and
I. So grateful that the peace is there. Just knowing I
am supported by him and a small collection of friends.

    Exhaling a slow sigh. Wanted to say something
but quiet I remained. My prayers, my conscience
was telling me to remain so. Indeed I listened.

    Alas it was kind to see familiar faces this morning
yet the formalities hushed their echoes. I kept
to myself because space is sometimes implied with
actions more than words.

   So many "grr" moments bottled up can eat away
at a spirit. I did not want to be torn down. So my
walk home were placed in finding joy in the
remaining dew drops.

   Friends, family today was not a Mary moment.
This morning is a free, soothing calm memory I
made with my Father, Jehovah and his tiniest details
of dew on grass shards.

   Indeed still the peace is here. Not smiling widely
but the joy is inside, swirling and that has to be
enough for now.

   Ah still  words sit here but I don't take the first
step. Somewhere along the day another voice will
open and I will be grateful for a conversation. So
until then the enjoyment of a day I hope for all.