Kindness in brisk air

           I thank you kindly for my bit of earth. Thank
you Jehovah for waking me once more. Yes the streams
of water were welcomed as I agreed to the splashes of
coldness against a red face.

           Soon I drag myself up and clothe in warmth
just to feel more brisk coolness against my face. Again
a cycle. Any way to be clear.

           The questions whether to write or not, to walk
or not weigh upon my head. I do so hate creating new
levels of migraines. Yes the emptying myself through
tears are the greatest achieving ways to a migraine.

           You think stress causes them, oh no. See why
crying I strive to stand clear of. Ah ha to allow someone
to see tears only make me weaker in so many other
senses.

         More questions whether to talk or stay ever
quiet. Clearly ravishes my thoughts. Alas I cannot listen
to myself. I must lean upon Jehovah.

        I even inquired upon the necessity of things. None
makes sense but nothing really is supposed to make
perfect sense, right?

        So now the question : am I happy? A long pause
echoes.

        In knowing the truth yes. In seeing what will
be helping me through yes. So in a form I am happy
because I seek my spiritual growth. I cling to Jehovah
for I feel no one else can help me now.

         Imperfections build inside yet even more the
knot in my throat, the locking in my gut, the shivers in
my conscience just implores me to continue to love
no matter what the situation.

       Alas how can I ignore my Father's command? I
cannot. We are all  only brothers and sisters. How sometimes
that hurts I still see the truth in the bond. One common
thread that ties us with strength, with love: Jehovah.

      Yes even I need to be reminded that letting go
and forgiving is necessary for all. EVEN ME!

     So yes to talk is not quite necessary, to walk, breathe
and eat are demanded. The creating of art the only
way of releasing and to hope, dream is clarity of
who I will always be : Mary.

     Now if asked will I write? Oh yes. To who is listening
I only hope. I cannot press further what, I can only
hope.