Question of patiently waiting

        If I said hi into the wind would anyone hear? If
I laughed aloud would anyone join in? If I cried a thousand
tears into the street would anyone inquire?

       Not a moment of intricate woven speeches would
cease the curiosity raging inside. Fueling the need to jump
up and do things. ANYTHING!

       Softly I exhale and hope conversations await my
mind. I pray for a glimpse of association and a few precious
hints of kindness. Yes, still, it is a hope.

      Oh wait for the answers in a peaceful calm. A soundproof
gesture enhances the joy only by a simple thanks in a
memory. Perhaps just the right pieces to wash the beauty off
into the darkening evening light.

     Oh if you could whisper a word of encouragement, what
would vibrate through the wind? Ah so sweetly a smile
greets my spirit. A kind push that Jehovah gives.

      So here sitting, hoping a breeze will lift, drying my copper
curls. Entertaining the time with Scriptures to guide me
through the night. Here, my dear friend, will you send
a hope, a dream, a prayer for me?

    Would I hope for a smile? Would I inquire upon health?
Would I listen to the words expressed? Yes. Still, though, I
wait.