Meaning to listen

     Words that open up, turning their meanings into light
springs of water. Oh how they trickle down into the mind
and echoing throughout the spirit. Shh, listen for you shall
be amazed at what is given.

     One by one the letters vibrate their own grounds, their
boundaries. They explode to the tips and crash against the
sheerest of silks. Oh how I want to yell at the top of my
lungs but all that is found is the mewling of a newborn
kitten. I softly giggle in silence as the eyes of sparkling
sapphires glisten.

    The distances that are traveled and unraveled before
me is just as amazing as the details of etched ice. Oh how
sweet the memory is of a layered smile. Stillness causes
the words to enter and hold clear a motion.

    Shh were you listening, as I hoped loud and clear, through
a tunnel of soundproof glass? Dare you be breaking the
chisel to entertain your ears of my voice?

    Still the one sigh that follows the exhale does not suffer
but allows pinching pain to squeeze the bleakness away.

     Oh here is the answer just bounding throughout the air.
Hoping that I am capable of clinging tightly upon the hopes,
the dreams of who I want to become. Question that is
absorbed is: do I want, need to apply it now?

      I close my eyes long enough to take root of the
descriptions that are carved inside my mind. One cell,
one chipping at a time. Do you dare just stand in the corner,
observing? Pray, pray tell me kind one, where will I tread
my flighty feet next?

     Ah the words travel longer and dig deeper inside my
spirit. Holding onto the very being of who I am. What now
you ask? The declaration of just one name, stablizing who
I have always wanted to be. Yes a daughter who is loved,
a sister who is encouraged and spreads love to all siblings
and a mother to all those in need of hearing the Scriptural
Truth.

    Yes, I do believe, I will hold onto my dreams, my hopes.

    Soon one by one the settled emotions will pour from
the tears. So here I am waiting for the right moment to
appeal to my Father over a simple matter of position and
time.

    Asking the simplest of questions : Where, oh where my
dear Father, Jehovah is the great need of me? Where can
I help pursue my service to you?

    So here I smile to gain the answers. I help the words,
the meanings to sit quietly on the edge of my tongue. Still
the necessity of the sincerest of correct words are needed
to be repetitive inside my mind, my spirit.

     Perhaps, still, all the words are there. All is possible
when I have faith, confidence and trust in Jehovah. What
more could I ask of my Father, Jehovah?

      None does carry a quality of who Jehovah really is to
millions, to me. I am waiting and listening. Observing,
hoping and loving just as I have been requested to do. Here
I apply the necessities to the core of my soul, to the spirit
that is ever radiant.

      One day at a time, the steps are colored and I am ready
to help redirect the minds with the words of Jehovah and
his grand plan for the Kingdom.

         Now my question to you is:
                                       Are you ready to listen?