Word about a dusting

       The destined words that ache to come out just sit until
stale inside my mind. So vibrant they once were. Still if you
search through the layers of dust you may just see their
shine. Oh but how the expressions of the real meanings
have slipped away. The earned love and trust is troublesome
and burning a hole to my core.

       Carefully I open my conscience to the one thing I thought
would never cross my pathway, not even possible to imagine.
Still the glistening tears fall as I strive so hard to ignore
all that is assaulting me. I try to remember there is hope
through all the imperfections. Ah to sip, drink up the
emotions and learn the casualities of war is enduring
throughout the battles.

     So carefully I tread in the ideas of kindness and love.
I hold tightly to a distant dream that alarms me in my
sleep. I have to remember to believe in love, in trust
because so much uncertainty is clearly awaiting to pounce
upon an open weakness.

    So the baring of my thoughts upon paper seems so
cowardly yet this is all I know. I must display all I can so
some kindness can be understood. So little can be spoken.
So many layers, so many volumes could be found and still
only one voice is silenced.

    Oh the void of a story. The storm that seeks a peaceful
night enters into a dream. Dare I look out to see what
can be heard?

    One tiny moment of trusting love blinks back the tears.
All holds me still in an understanding calm. Toning my
mind to a need of strong supporting growth. Silly how so
many battles gouge my spirit and still I am walking
straight. Oh the grandness of Jehovah is shown.

    Shaking free the bitterness of sarcasm against family.
Oh how warming the spread of love is. Still I am quivering
because I feel unworthy of being called anyone person's
friend. Ah yes for the temperament of my irrational soul.

    Oh how, Jehovah, listens and still gives me strength,
proving to me that my friends need me as much as I need
them. The expressions are presented to my views and
gives entertainment for reasons of possibilities.

    So silly is the silence choking my voice and fogging my
mind. So clear is the conscience of why I am glued to
some and super glued to Jehovah. Ah the comedy in the
visuals is that so one if not many comprehend why a memory
is triggered.

    Somewhere the positive opens and the motions play
over and over. A theatrical release of kindness inside
Jehovah's sense of humor.

    Now the words aching are asborbed so thousands can
learn. One day a huge step will be made and the sights
of my smile will waver inside a long ago memory.

    Will you have wanted to tell me anything in particular?
Or will the viewpoint have been displayed clearly across
the eyes? Sage. Slate. Viewed in glory of a goofy moment.

    Now the smallest of samples are given as to tease.
What choice will benefit you within your spirit? Will the
smile be enough or not even close?

       Shh. Careful of your thoughts. Simple beauty unwinds
before you. Seeking. Hoping. Loving. Trusting. What will you
do with this knowledge? Pray.

     For I know in my dreams, my steps of reality some are
crossed. Jehovah gives answers in great multitudes. The
real question is are you really listening.