Motions to smile

                  So much of sits in hopes of a very long wait.
Still if I remain stationary how can I say I have learned,
I have made changes? Ah therein lies the truth. I must
continue even if pressing against very fragile glass,
walking upon hot coals I still have to keep going.

                 Still there are those moments when I do want
to stand still allowing the world around me to spin as
though in a race. Those times I do allow ever so
sparingly. The freshness of seeing a tiny change through
a nature walk, a conversation with Jehovah as I
pour my heart to him is so worth all.

              Oh indeed the weights that are lifted. The
decorated thrills of joy, those ones that find my only
gasp of air. So here the wealth, the treasures I find
are of those not seen but felt, heard shaking my
spirit alive once more.

             Educating me on how to open, press clear
all that was closed. Indeed the mind finds a bit of
peace. The soul is rested and the physical trials are
ready to be trampled on. Oh my dearest friend,
oh how I find myself holding onto a smile while in my
room all alone.

          Oh no, not in sadness but that of developing joy.
Oh see, here, how much eases throughout me? Indeed,
at times, I am solemn but I am smiling. I see that one
tiny bit of joy inside each step I move.

         So here, I ask of you, to take a moment and
smirk. Holding onto the depth of our friendship,
where we are now and how much more we will continue
to grow. Now just hold onto that feeling. Let your
mind, your spirit and your heart vibrate over them.
Now do you feel a bit of peace, as I do?

         Though, at times, I will not be able to tell you
everything ~ unless you ask. Yet we have given so
much, is there room for more? Indeed I ask, for I
do not know the limitations.

         Yes I stand here, with the wind blowing against my
face kissing away the tears. Happiness and sorrow
they do fall. Yet I am grateful there is no awkward
moment, nor conversation.  For I am unsure how to
move if there was any inkling of negativity.

         Oh my dear friend. Softly whisper a prayer
for me to endure. Indeed I will hear.