A wonder of air

       Ever just lean back your face and let the sun hold
a gaze across your closed eye lids? How about the brushing
of the wind as it flows across the tip of your nose?

        Ever clear is the purity of Jehovah's love for us
all. So open is the breath. Indeed the exhale is just
the crunch you needed. Oh the simplicity in the evening
magnitude of colors.

        Here I sit enjoy a moment of peace as the coldness
enters my lungs. Every bit of necessity awaits the
thoughts cradling in my mind.

        So much is wanted to be said. Alas though I remain
quiet allowing the wind to hold my temper in check,
the view to enthrall me longer.

       Clarity rings true. I feel no other deserves this
joy sitting inside me. No other needs to experience
the love I hold. Still a tickle of wanting to just bring
the joy to the level so others may glance into a moment
of sparkle in my baby blues.

       Ah the wave of emotions explode into the cold,
dark night. I stand, now, watching my exhale become
small clouds before my lips. Such a sweetness in this
moment alone.

       Do I feel alone, you ask? No. By far I feel loved
times a million. Still though being solo in the brisk air
only enhances the smallness of who I am. Still savored
by Jehovah is the acknowledgement of who his
daughter is, me.

      One more inhale sends a ripple of chills upon my
spine. Then a memory brings a descending tornado of
warmth. A sigh falls and begin to gain the strength given
back to my spirit, to my paled soul.

      Standing back. Viewing the awe of what has been
given the last few days how could I ever feel left out?

      Ah still though the moment of solitude when the
quaking need of friendships. Intriguing is the layers
built that, sometimes, are overlooked. Even then I
sigh more because for some reason my life is just not
as hectic as others, so it seems.

     A small hope that tomorrow's stresses bring upon
grand displays of smiles for today has been an
exhausting day of trying to uphold a facade of
radiance.

    Alas perseverance I am enduring for my levels of
trials I am able to overcome, helped by Jehovah, are
menial in comparison to others.

     So yes I breathe. Yes I smile. Yes I hope. Is that
enough? Only one knows.