Leap of calm

          Small hopes leap upon the paper. Joining in as
the shouts carry throughout the roaring wind. So calm is
the voice and yet so thrilling is the experience.

         Softly I whisper as the excitement bursts from
every pore. So clear is the determine love. Oh the defined
space in time.

         Dancing inside a tickled memory. Such giggles
that form smiles of hope. Joining the morning with
simple textures of warmth.

        I hold a dream. A childish giddiness as the
gentle breeze pushes. Oh so long is the sigh. Blazing
deep with my lungs. Stinging a demanding an exhale.

      How else does the soul find the beauty within the
spirit? So far is the reason but so close is the joy. Oh
here I am decorated by a brilliant light. No one can
see it but Jehovah.

      Ah I am calm. The uncertainty of emotions but
expanding is the radiance of Jehovah's love. So tiny
is my step but leaping I am for the answers displayed.

     A corner no longer found sharp and hateful. Oh
the required guidelines scream for a release. Here I
stand with a file, ready to smooth even further
the roughness. Holding onto the hope of one day
singing the a tune of pure love.

     Yes I am grateful for the generosity of family,
of friends. So different I am of this morning yet so
happy wherever it leads.

    A slight calm overpowers as the opening pages
are discussed. How else can the words find meaning,
deepening the measures of understanding? A
silent prayer said for words, letters to fall before
me.

    Yes I had wanted answers yet patience is
flashing within my mind. Ever cautious is the findings
of this particular story. Only one, two can thrive
through. Are you one or the two?

   A sad sigh follows the exhale yet so much hope
makes the low emotion disappear. Shh my friend for
I am excited for my bit of laughter inside the hints
of pain.

     Oh is it wrong to hold onto that girlish dream even
though now it is decades later? Is is insulting to
the woman I have become?

    The expressoins of one more day to unwind, to
learn of a hope and to help all push forward into
clinging closer.

   Oh my dearest friend I can only hope the woven
bond isn't finding ice, that words aren't stuck in
some lost translation. I can pray that the need is
still upon the wind within the morning.

    Such a hope that it demands, expanding for
food and lots of tenderness. So here I hope a voice
becomes apparent and finds the way to listen. I
would only have to give patience because the distance
seems as that of tiny spears.

   Oh will the arms still be interesting or will there
be the barrier. Only thing I can do is walk, staying
positive that the answers are so simple. That the mind
overthinks and space isn't the oddity really needed,
that the distance created is just a momentary lapse
of being lost.

    Would could I be right? Shrugs. The day must proceed.
The answers will be available in due time. So now I
continue as the halt doesn't jolt like fire. To show
disappointment would only prove the allowance
of the inability to let it all be.

     Yes I can hope. That I must for the dreams
demand it. I can cling onto that giddy gift of kindness
for somewhere, someone is listening and shoving
forward the hesitant silliness of a small sister.

     Leaping I am. Hoping I will continue to
build and patience I find securing my sanity.
So many seconds in a day I must erase. Please
dear friend find a voice to enter into a sibling's
insecure finding and reassure the formed joys as
truth not the negativity of lights.

    Ah giddy and excitement I pray for the day
to begin. For the answer follows along.