Holding

              Jehovah knows how high I have to hold my
head. The waves crashing inside my spirit and still
all you see is the smile, the tall woman walking.

             So vibrant are the wars inside of me yet
none are aware. All is noticed is the joy, the hope.
Still the sniffles, even are covered by nature's
pollen.

            Yes I appear sound. Jehovah sees my
shaking and holds me. Making my steps firm where
I may fall. Endless thanks goes upon his ears,
listening as I pour out all myself upon him. Oh
how I am grateful someone listens, observes.

          Indeed the lightest of brushes will push me
if it were not for Jehovah's protection. Though I
am laughing, loving I still am hurting.

         Yet am I voicing any, no. Jehovah carries
me in these times. So many of them close. Still
gradually I gain my voice, becoming vibrant to
those who inquire.

         If you asked, I am sure I would hesitate for
I do not want to weigh you with any of me. This is
why I stand back, absorbing the views but not even
searching for contact.

        A barrier you have built and I will just wait.
Tis fine. All will be fine as you want.

        In time I will knock.