Provoking a thought of genuine concern

              So much of me wants to reach out those
so dear. To grasp, to cling to them desiring the most
genuine of hugs, but softly I decline. Extending myself
into a cold decorum.

             So much coercion to stand still. Ah but I do.
Gingerly I crave the companionship but I will not beg
for any one person to endure my presence if they
have their own pressing engagements.

             Sadly in those instances I so want to ask
to accompany them in their travels. Yet I do not.
I stand back watching, looking, searching. In the
moments of realization that I am alone once more,
I drift to my car, traveling to my home.

            Such a thrill I strive to appear singing in
happiness. Layers of strength are applied to just
break that wide smile. Still no one sees the tears
behind the endurance. The vibrant sheen of
tears forming.

           Ah to show my pain, to press my sad story ~
I shall not. Yes opportunity besides the approach of
me displaying my sincerity, is so much a void. Ah,
though, yes I endure. A kind patience, a warming
of knowing, perhaps, my limitations exceed some
is truly an amazing gift from Jehovah.

           And still would it hurt too much, for some, to
say that an opening, an invitation is explored? Ah yes
I do so hope, one day, the prospect is possible. That
of a spontaneous invitation for me. Struggling I do,
so much, to hold back when the hugs, the conversations
cease after the hello.

          Such a tremble occurs when no longer is the
necessity of conversation there and I am pushed,
gently, away. A true, genuine friend would find the
error inside observing, yet not quite expressing.
One who later realizes the facade of grace was
actually a sharpened icy void.

          The smile expressed alone, is that of a small
rarity, more genuinely being held. Ah to just be
invited, conversing without coercion ~ to me that
would be delightful to experience. A true sense of
giving a gift. (2 Corinthians 9:7)

           Sometimes being that pillar, that rock so
many bounce off of really needs an ear of their
own. Ah, yes, that is why we all have Jehovah. The
one that makes the broken, emptiness end,
thoroughly making sure we can endure. Jehovah
gives, willingly, the strength we need.

          Must be easier, for some, to include those
they are familiar with, those paired in groups. Yet
I inquire of those who strive, individually, to
press themselves to make strides. What of their
association? Did you not think they too reach with
such gratitude of reaching their destination in hopes
of loving conversation, the genuine voices of concern
and the gracious hugs?

         Would it be noted the "off balance" they
exhibit to be characterized as normal? So indeed
if I just say nothing, if I keep thriving forward,
with a smile would you take note of thrown, drowning
strength? Would you just naturally assure yourselves
all is truly enduring, nothing is of concern?

        So once again I entertain all to press forward.
Notice the irregularities, grasp the concern and
feel deeply the loss for all. Note not just those
you see, converse daily with and not of only the
elderly. Seek out those solo without anything but
Jehovah as foundation, for you may find that in
your search they too have been searching, seeking.
Confirm in yourselves to include them too in your
adventures because who know, they may have
needed just that to press them further on their
journey with Jehovah.

        Such that of an opened invitation could
mean so much.

         Yes, indeed, I do feel this way. I project
happiness. I express the firmness of a helping
hand. I sincerely give thanks to all I come across.
My question, though, is how real are you when
you approach me?

        Are you, do you really know anything about
me? Are you even wanting to express the love,
the concern or is it really just a formality you have
taken to doing?

        Thought provoking, is it not?