Finding the right moves

       Finding that relative uncertainty can cause such a
mess. Clear that the levels of forgiveness is open.
Always find myself wanting to close the gap but a
conclusion has to be pushed.

      Still the weight of tears press corners of cornflower
storms. Clearly a trail is can be tread many time and
still hold the defined ways prominent.

    Indeed the letters hold a prayer. Indeed the
questions are failed but I know with Jehovah the
answers some day will be opened. I have to be
patient. I have to endure.

   Once more the pressing of who I am seeks to shine.
If friends, family ask only dare to look passed the
facade of a smile. You will understand.

  The startling pieces of me forgave. The acceptance
of reality hit. Now the process of picking up the
scattered parts.

   Ah a walk does wonders. The settling inside taming
the storm from grays to big proud blues. Careful of
the words. Careful of the display of truth. Careful of
the showings of the sighs.

  Still the waters trail down my freckles. Rippling over
a paleness that radiates. I shine even in a bit of
torn moments. Indeed the notion of Jehovah.

   The kind reminders that family never goes into
a dream. Ah ha. Irony in redness. Bigger pictures
hold the most intricate of details. One really knows,
only one really holds the key.

    Silliness ended in echoes of pure goodness. A silence
that must remain for a bit. Here I sit just pondering
if there will be rain. Oh how close I feel to my Father,
Jehovah at this very moment.

    The only thing I can do is stay positive, stay focused.
Keep treading forward and open for new light to
view. Now the sniffles must be sucked up and the
pick up of molten me must be soldered.

    So here this daughter opens her mind once more
to the prize only a Father can give. Pure happiness
of me.

   So pardon if you see a fake smile. Pardon me if I
ignore a motion. Pardon me if I walk away. Still that
is how I must be for a short while. To regroup. To
reconcile myself. Planning to find who, what I can
be to any one person.

  Sometimes I really hate these levels. These lessons
that stab. Yet they are so necessary. Powerful and
grateful for the tool. The experience as once more
I back away.

   Intriguing how much I even am bouncing in joy
for these moments. Ah ha. You never would have
understood that, now would you?

   The steps. Heel toe. Heel toe. Yes head up. Music
blaring. Indeed another stone tossed to make
ripples. Then sink. Indeed an opened, lighter
skipping.

  Got it. Accessed it. Now progressing neatly in files.

    So smile. Yes I cried. Yes I wanted to scream but
now the layers are understood. Typical but cleared.

    Look at the radiance Jehovah gives to your
sibling. I know I will be.