Crossed word

          So many things I want to say. Exclaim across waves
of cold air. Oh yet who will be listening?

          The tears drip into the damp tendrils as the
chill of the evening descends. So much lays there, waiting,
hoping for the slip of silliness. Yet I hold back.

          A sigh is easier felt than heard. Gliding the
enhanced microphones from tiny ears I just sit in awe
of just how much I relied on all senses.

          Now not sure why, how but silence is so much more
calmer. The rattling inside my mind and my soul seem
eased. No more need to have echoing tremors. No need
to be concerned whether or not something was really
missed.

         Yet here in the peace and calm some things are
missed. Alas I must press on. Silence really does
push us closer to Jehovah. All where we rely solely
upon his words.

          Still would you, my friend, have ever guessed how
much silence I can hold? How about the layers of
dust that can cover the just the right points? Did you
know that I will not press a voice until one speaks.

          Ah the tiredness of a soul. The radiance of
a mind. Still the question is: what does it matter when
no one hears?

          So how does the words vibrate throughout your
mind? Do they itch for a release? Alas I must be clear
to stand firm until you take steps to greet.

         Hmm indeed a trial I must persevere through.
Alas I have before and will still prevail. So once more
when a bit of uncertainty thrives hard throughout your
day, my smile will be there to increase joy for you.

       So much I want to say yet, silence is golden, is
key to longevity. I suppose. Same as forgiveness and
hope. Love and support.

      Here I give you my silence in a prayer. Did you hear
the whispered words crossed?