I am moving

          Ah waking to a natural tug. Listening still to the
alarm. Hmm thank you Jehovah for one more day to
learn, to open my eyes and breathe.

         Dressed in slow motion and still faster than the
sluggish person. Prepping the day for the normal bits
of leftover chores. Hanging clothes, folding and
emptying of emotions.

         Colder the day seems today yet I am engulfed
in your warmth, my Father, Jehovah. The thanksgiving
of the slow exhale.

        Just a few more minutes and I am off to work.
Hoping the day flies by with little or no big trials. Ah
holding onto the dreams I have found, I clearly
would like to pursue.

       Oh the darkened skies greet me. Rolling myself
from doorway, down staircase and upon sidewalk.
Greeted by the sense of humor inside a second
thought.

     So softly I chuckle over irony. Sliding myself into
the car, I just am grateful for an echoing breath to
release the tears.

       Then backing up as I smile at the same moment
of an exhale, the sigh to keep moving, enduring.

    Clearly I hoped, I prayed. One day I will receive
the answers.

    Off I go into the world, beginning the day of
secular work. Holding onto the notes I have listed,
the goals I hope to accomplish, the people I hope
to see or bring a smile to. Never would there
be a noted moment that I give.

    Standing here. Just need to move. Yes. Last
slip of shoes and a tune brings strength from  Jehovah.
I am moving.