Learn to wait

       Learn to hold onto things, people that bring joy and
love into your lives. Bring the attention upon their simplicity
in comforting ways.

       So softly the motion is yet the experience is waved
into turbulent ocean storms. How majestic an emotion
can be, their love given.

        Oh ever clear is one step yet there are a million
words that halt the voice. Choking but a laughter escapes.
Perhaps the notion to slow down. Breathe.

       What can I say but a prayer and hope. So gentle
is the patting but still a little play of dreams, goals.
Oh how else do I continue?

        All that is laid before me the weariness echoes still
I am going into forward moving air. The path is quite simple
yet the daring, daunting screams vibrate the inner child.

       So cautiously I tread for knowing all that may lay
inside a callous hands. I hope for answers to questions I
don't even know how to ask. One by one the letters
unwind and kindness follows in a hurried care.

        Shh a wind whispers. Do not be unforgiving. No one
is perfect and conditions of lives are strewn everywhere.
So much can be assessed but no assumptions should be
drawn.

       So here I stand looking out into the darkening blue
sky, feeling a bit undeserving. Grateful that I don't need
to be graceful but just confident.

      How so much I want to empty myself into anyone's
earshot but I know I must ask. So there weighs the words,
choking my lips into stillness. Giving my mind a bit of a
lashing in layered memories.

      A sigh follows and the exhale experienced pulls at
the heart. Exploring, exploding the much need bad air.
The uncertainties that were dragging.

      I cannot yank any one into my mind. I cannot
begin to explain the why, the how. Only one verse I must
recall Prov 3:5 (NWT) for else the smallest grains of
salt will char the wound.

      Falling back. The steps forward are progress and
still the letters just ache for terms to explore. Sadly I
must remain calm, quiet until the raging emotions disperse.
Otherwise all that has been noted will have been in vain.

     So yes many more sighs quake over this pale soul. Softly
echoing the radiance of patience, kindness, love and the
levels of forgiveness. The questions of "if" and "why"
cannot be expressed nor even taunting for one day
I may scratch the surface and see the weakness of
one solid person.

     Until then I wait. Hoping. Holding onto a dream as
tears streak over freckles.