Vibrations of words

      Sitting vibrantly against the cooling artificial air,
listening to music that has my spirit soaring.

       So beautiful I feel. Such a radiance glowing against
ruffles of pink cotton. Oh the high I am vibing on, oh Jehovah
I do so love the glory of your power. Oh how could I ever have
doubted that I was your child?

      Hmm the sighs exhale as the lyrics pull. The flashes of
words and colors become more and more prominent. So
joyful as I twirl around and around. So silly, perhaps,
as I cry with such happiness inside salty teardrops.

      So long ago it seems, everything I hoped, dreamed for
felt distant and impossible to reach. I clung deeply,
hidden to a dream. So much the hope was buried inside a
hidden, overprotected room. Never would I have guessed
that, it, clearly was meant to be found. Oh Jehovah, thank
your for reminding me that dreams, hopes are, can be real.

     All the tiny whispers that opened into the wind. Such
viewings, oh did you see? Did you comprehend the smallest
millimeters of the joy surrounding?

      So soft are the giggles. A waking smile holds over me,
covering the sparkling blues all the way down to deep
wine colored toe nails. Oh so many echoes shiver down,
throughout my soul, sending the spirit into colorful dancing.

       Safely tucked away was the hope. So careful I was to
allow anyone into the sights. Watching as I let go of the
reserve, opening my steps, my emotions. Oh the starting
steps into making dreams reality.

      Did you experience my giddiness? Did you hear my
personalized cheer for the vibrance thriving inside my
spirit? Do you hope to feel it through a hug? Oh yes I send
a hope.

        So many directions I have turned, traveling great
distances to bring myself closer to my Father, Jehovah.
Oh and the rewards of friends, family Jehovah has bestowed
upon this spirit. So much I have gained. Oh Jehovah you
did see, you did listen and you felt my praises.

       So my dear, loving friend here I sit in such splendid
joy as the ink travels across lined parchment. The mind
talks way too fast for the arm to write the words. Oh how
amazing how the scribbles do end into words, stanzas. Oh
how I can finally conclude a piece of my overwhelming
joy so you can read about it.

       So much more echoes so many more poems will
quake inside your mind as you learn more about your
sibling, your friend. A hug goes out to you. Soon a hope,
a dream will be answered. Soon to be enjoyed. So smile.