Stand clear

          Shivers and goosebumps cover me. Riding my paled
form into warming memories. Oh here, I close my eyes to
feel the joy in a simply put tender moment.

          Oh the simplicity in feeling the hugs of lost family,
finally found. The weight of tears overwhelm my pale,
freckled cheeks. Still they crease a stream, carving a path
to pool down upon a soft pink cotton.

          So clear is my dream. So clear is the necessity of
actions to be heard, to be seen. So long awaited. Just the
length of words expressed in volumes in moments with just
one look, one viewing. Standing shaky but I know there
is absolutely no turning back.

         I hold tight upon this dream. Oh how the words try
their hardest to hide what the emotions mean but the
joy of love overrules, vibrates them so wide open. Oh
stand clear when siblings find each other. Stand clear
when a memory made is etched across time.

         Oh will there be enough seconds to hold it all clear? The
clarity of forgiveness plain for all around to understand?
Would all leave be, long enough to allow the waiting to finally
conclude? Oh just a moment to absorb, reveal the joy
shining from Jehovah's works?

           Ah how I found the courage in standing up for
me, all in a moment. A sighing that brings a memory strong
across my eyelids. Ah how being bolder draws the highlights
of the dream, hope into more vivid details. Oh Jehovah
yes you listen, you answered your daughter.

         Yes siblings. Yes that is a hope I put forth. So stand
clear as I come to hold the ones I have begged for. Stand
clear so I can sketch them in the best of Jehovah's light,
with the finest of charcoal and ink. The addition of
their joyful faces placed upon a memory to hold until
my last breath.

         The smiles. Oh how I laugh, I cry and I sing in joy
for shortly this all will be a reality. No longer hidden,
buried but viewed by all who are witnessing my
proclamation.

         So much I gain from searching, finding and learning
of my Father, Jehovah, God. So be happy with me, my
dear friend for I am excited and tearful. Be there for me,
I beg of you just as you have been all along.

         I ask only if Jehovah wills it.