One more time the dust falls

         I sit here so closed right now. The tears fall
and words choke. Layers upon layers have been peeled
back and are exposing who I am to all the elements.

         Perhaps that is the rawness of starting a new
page. Steps forward, I must go, as the soul quakes. Still
with Jehovah's help I cling, standing tall.

        Yes follow the steps that make changes. Once again
I am here, looking in. Do I say a word, no. Just a
smile I press on lips and good encouragement to others
as they may need.

        Meh. I stand back observing. No hesitation do I have
in knowing why I am here. Jehovah, my common bond. Yet
is there really any one person that sees, welds the bond
further?

        Closer I am to the quirky the less emotion I must
bend. Clearly a step I didn't expect nor want to take so
soon. Still one more trial I must push, weed through with
one less gentle hug incorporated.

        Alas I will be okay because Jehovah has this daughter
of his. Ah the tears just flow and the freckles blend into
a scarlet face. A red mess I become. Still, though a few
hours before I must come in contact with anyone.

         Oh Jehovah just give me the strength to endure
this echoing pain once more. Please do not allow the cynic
to arise for there is nothing I should be but loving.

         Oh take my hand, my Father, Jehovah and tug
because I had to, once again, dust myself off and
continue to make positive progress.

         Indeed I can do this, surpass any one row of
sniffles to be a better child of yours, Jehovah.