Tempermental skies

    Played inside the silliness of a creaking door. Alas
the laughter of hearing floorboards singing. One by
one a memory unwinds.

   Hearing the faulty breath as the giggles erupt from
deep within. So much joy in one moment of yesterday.
Oh how the stares into the sky brings a simple
way of recalling my childhood.

   Hmm here I stand looking in the mirror. Looking
at the radiance of a sheer sheen enhancing the
softest of copper curls. Just a small smile sits upon
my lips as once again I pull the curls up into a tight
bun.

   The journey of the evening begins. Silently admitting
solitary times are good for meditating over the
Scriptures and concerns that are pressing hard.

   Oh how grateful that I am rereading my Watchtower.
Learning again from the Scriptures, from Jehovah's
words.

   Softly I exhale and begin to emerge the beauty
in all that I have learned to create. Speaking only
to Jehovah in a humid room. Words take root and
joy flows.

   Shhh as I lean into my arms, listening to my
heart beating wild, fast. Oh a happiness overwhelms
and a simple question opens.

  A thought creeps up and still I don't even tempt
myself by opening to curiosity. Just know whatever
the weight is Jehovah will pull it from me or give
me the strength to endure. To me that is how most
steps I take are placed.

   So a memory is open, enhanced by simple
beauty of a grown redheaded child and enjoyed
by placing trust in Jehovah.

  Indeed just making that statement placed the widest
of smiles upon pale, freckled cheeks and rosy
lips. Indeed a joy that overwhelms but so much is
goodness within.

  So here I prepare to make more desserts for friends,
family to enjoy in the morning. Hmm singing aloud
and not caring who hears.

  Yes I am a curiosity to many but to me, to Jehovah,
to my dear friend I am just the unique Mary. So
loving me is even more joyful than a cool breeze.

  Smile with me as I enjoy the tempermental evening
sky.