Softest beginnings in a production

           A sound of softness echoes inside my
soul. The beating of the heart calms the pounding
in my mind. My spirit dances across the plains
of joy and contentment.

          A simple plea of holding onto the tiniest of
hopes of somewhere the line is my strings I hold.
Ah clarity is fuzzy just now. Yet there is great
possibility in the love holding parched thoughts.

        Indeed the prospect of a bit of joy. Solid
is the step. Frozen for only one or two seconds then
onward bound the spirit throws my soul.

        No doubt in the process of Jehovah's care, of
his love and mercy across my life.

         I opened, once, still I can do it again. The
burst of wonder, the passing of a smile. Yes I can
do this with the rock, the firm foundation of
Jehovah.

           Pressing up the courage to open once more,
to be that voice so many hear. Soft encouragements I
play. A weight of concerns lifted. So much light, the
drawings of heaviness has brought migranes. Still
though this does not stop the joy unfolding within.

           So clear is the necessity to leap. Be joyous, even
of the throbbing pain, and decorate my soul with the
spreading love of my Father, Jehovah.

           Oh how so much has been given. So much has
been received. Ah but what of the results, of
the benefits of those involved?

            The questions I don't need to ask. They stand
clear as the new, bright dawn approaches the horizon.
Ah I understand. A peace inside detailed notes,
spilled across a stained memory. Indeed a gracious
laughter that plans a grand movie production.

            The beginning has a start. Yet the ideas of the
finale is so long off. One may even inquire if there
will be an ending. Jehovah knows the answers.

            So now the start is slow but sure. The opening
pages of the script draw the viewers to wonder.
Still so many minds, so many intricate details what
results, what outcome is not clear.

              But the beginning is here, now.

           So involve yourself in the works of Jehovah's
plans. Take action to be a part of my life but don't
try to shove, tear or dissolve one or the other because
they are intricately woven through strong bonded
love. Whether you like it or not it is there to stay!

          Ah now ringing of an alarm beckons the
start to finally roll inside of glazed film. The
preparation of the real life is keyed.

           Here is my silent prayer. The words spoken
in my mind, to Jehovah. The emptied emotions
pouring upon droplets as the shouts of thunder
rumble inside my head.

           Yes the opening of me begins. Dare you cling
to every bit of news, hoping to see a new detail to
the production. Ah entertained by the unique
quirkiness of who I am.

          So yes, I am pleading, through sensitivity of
sounds, in the softest of whispers upon the breeze.
The question entering is:
                  "Was the wind loud enough to project
         this beginning, of my voice being heard amongst
                        a woven detail?"