Red hope

        A tiny quake trembles inside me as I pull myself
back up. Gliding back into the sunlight I know I must be
shown an upbeat noise.

       A hope, indeed is pressed inside a bright red shirt.
The dreams of possibilities fall open for all to gain. Still
which one is mine to grasp?

     Indeed a question that opens the mind to ask more.
Inquiring on the simplicity of life and the steps that
my feet should fall upon.

      Yes the child, the daughter in me believes and trusts.
The sister, the friend in me hopes and dreams. Still so
much I learn. Some days bring even love and so much
compassion.

       Although today the heightened need radiates from
every piece of my tapestry. The frayed ends of my spirit
are worn but I am gaining strength.

       The notes of hollowness are slowly getting filled
with the smallest of joys. The peaceful hums of the
day are waking up the words and the mind is corrected
once more. The feelings of deep hunger will soon be
given the attention and the spirit will feed upon the
encouraging words.

       So here in the quiet of a parking lot I am thankful
for a voice. The storm of me is fading and the rainbow
of color is shining inside a soaring spirit.

         Yes I am still in need of hearing the necessity
of me through others and the warmth of love displayed.
Carefully selected by a deep concern of this little daughter,
this sibling, this woman.

         Could you ever begin to understand one sigh, one view
could move mountains inside a spirit? A voice of love
vibrating on the cooling morning sky, could find the
peaceful calm for a raging mind. Did you?

         Oh I how I deeply exhale as I gain my steps
to be grateful of just being motivated to enter
lives with a gracious smile. Yes a small pep talk to press
me into this world.

          Care to give an Jehovah inspired words to this
fragile sister?