Loving encouragement

                 Morning light has awakened the senses.
Positive voices surround. The goodness of love overflows.
Dripping down to the deflated spirit.

                 Softly I lift my head. Helping someone
else to see that what others think or do isn't the same
thing as what you are capable of. Oh such a kind
reminder that my Father, Jehovah gave me.

                 Such a loving way to press the words into
me. Even as the tears fall because I am weighed,
I am loved and encouraged.

                 Oh my friend, how much just a few
words can help one person but open me up. Such
a small feat, a small battle won. Kindness spread
does wonders to your spirit.

               Yes even those moments where I am
exhausted I still press to help, to uplift where I
can. Ah even in my silence, my listening helps
as does yours.

             Loud as thunder is in a storm is the
vibrantly soundings inside my soul. Finding my
spirit and bringing me back to the soft sighs. Oh
my friend, that is a conversation.

             Indeed I don't always say. Perchance my
voice or my endurance is being shaken. So
press me.

            Oh my dear friend I sigh. The voice stays
shaky but the foundation is firm. I build a statue
of my spine. Walking and talking in a undertone
my hopes, my prayers. In solid steps I make
progress just as you will.

          Tiny bits of a made memory of a new
face, a new phrase is found. Patience as it is
known, I pray finds you steadily.

         I smile in a little link to us. Encouraging
each other. Oh friend, yes, keep reminding
me, us, of the unique quirkiness of our friendship.

       A bit of kindness sit in my smirk. Pale
lips spread wide. Oh how I love this wonderful
memory.

      A hug for you.