Sweetness of breeze

        Words roll over my mind as the wind pulls at my
spirit. I sit here listening to the crunches of leaves floating
by. Ah the sweetness of a breeze pulls a smile across my
face.

        So far it seems that the emotion inside drifts. Still
the red blaze pulls and breathes. A gentle giggle sits over
pale freckles as the sunlight warms startling vibrant baby
blues.

        A moment, if you please, to say hello in a hallway of
open air. The tickles of the greenery inside the bright
day light causes my eyes to laugh.

        Oh tender is the love experienced and tall are the
ever clear drawings. Seated outside just breathing, just
inhaling the calm of necessity.

        Oh how I beckon a viewing of association yet sooner
than I think is the welcoming committee. Oh I sigh as the
hope in me echoes. The dream unfolds to see the layers of
serenity inside my soul. My spirit is aware of the simplicity
of one kiss given by Jehovah.

        One part of love placed across the sky to land upon my
forehead. So peaceful I sit upon concrete and iron. I am
listening to the sounds of Jehovah's natural music.

        Today was indeed the necessity to listen, to absorb
and to hope. Ah that the voices carried were not only tiny
but worthy of overturning any negativity. The layers I
displayed were exposed and the hardened shell has been
broken. Before too much longer the tears fell to the floor
and gave indications I was vunerable. Still I smiled.

       Still even now my voice is muted but my mind, my
spirit sings praise to Jehovah. Such tremendous weights are
lifted.

        Yes today was the necessity of friends, family but the
comedy all confirms that I cannot even begin to explain
what is being driven outside my pale soul. Ah the long
day has yet to drift to evening and I relax once more into
a note of pen and paper.

        The melody of the softest notes played upon the flute
and violin are not heard, they are felt. The nodding of
agreement to vibrations that are uplifting my spirit, my
eyes carrying me to new destination inside Jehovah's care.

        Oh simple is the joy, simple are my steps today. Yes
one voice is heard by clear vibrations inside the kindness
of a warming breeze. Did you hear my words? Did you see
the expression of sweetness in my ever chaning blue eyes?

        Here I stand, leaning against brick and iron, hoping.
All sights are absorbed by memory  from closed eyes as
I give thanks to glory of Jehovah and the power he has
opened for me. Oh how I exhale such a force as the wind lifts
coppery, red strands.

       Yes I stood hoping for a voice and a million tears fell
instead. The love, the warmth and the hope are all ready.

       My senses are alert. Beaming radiantly are the vanilla
undertones. Holding a gand set of arms, wide.

                   I enter. Taking the hug that was needed.