Stretching talks of brisk winds

         Open. Unwind. See the stretches pull the soul taunt.
One more day that is mine. Thanksgiving to Jehovah for
my exact six hour call.

         Indeed a fresh day. Wonders unbound. Emotions
thrown and love moves mountains. Careful of the
display of joy. Hope that the siblings I have acquired
are entering this morning just as grateful as I am.

       Dressing in warmth I gain a few skips down the
hallway. Hoping that the brisk morning air just increases
the wind beneath my spirit.

     So deserving I am of the love Jehovah is giving. How
about you dear friend?

     Alas yesterday's tested trials are over. The emotional
let down has disappeared into the dreams. Now a new
day has begun. Past is past.

    So here is a hug to you. One of hope. A hug of reality
is up to you. Until then I pray that your mind is well
rested and the morning invites you to draw a cold
fresh breath.

   Here I dance. The hopeful joy tickling my spirit
as the lyrics of simple song entice the laughter and
smiles to behold rosy lips.

   I dare you to break out into the cold morning air
for a talk with our Father, Jehovah just as I have.

   I smile for a possibility of your joy in the crunching
of the fall time leaves.

   Indeed my hope is that you enjoy the morning for
who know what grandness the day may hold. So love
endlessly and dream big.

   That is all I pray that you have. Indeed I would like
to be a part of the grandness but I don't know where
I would fit but here. So laugh. Live life as best you know
how. Hope,dream and pray long.

   Now out I go into the brisk wind for my Father I want
to talk to.