Stunning steps

              Oh how the stunning can work. Moving the
slowest of waters into the raging rivers after a heavy
rainstorm. Here I am emptying the bad taste in my
mouth, I begin to exhale. Hoping in one instance I am
capable of easing into sleep. No longer concerned about
the overwhelming weight that has pushed down on me
for days.

              Unloaded is the exhale. Singling out the talks
into hushed undertones. Slowly the words sing inside my
head meaning all that they should be. So carefully I
peek outside. No, not scared just too curious for my own
good. Holding onto a big hope of exciting new steps.
Branching into a field I have not done since high
school, decades ago. A bit nerve racking but it will
become, I hope, more dreamingly so grand.

               Indeed all the creativity that falls, pouring
oozing from my mind finds rooted wonders quite late
into the midnight morning. So carefully I giggle, not
wanting to make a sound. Unclear of where my
steps go but I am confident Jehovah will help this child,
this quirky daughter of his. So gently, so loving and
so forgiving he is of me, of all his children.

               One purple flashy hued toe in front of the
next. Steps, baby as they are, make mountains shake
in the distance. Such grand gestures of loving kindness
shown. Oh how I dance, trying my best to waste energy.
Still nothing seems to let go. So widely I spready my arms,
stretching, extending out as far as I can with fingertips.
All in the hopes a yawn, a moment of fatigue to
overtake me. In hopes, my prayers I feel my mind
begin to flip, lids blinking rapidly to press
back just a few more minutes.

                 Daringly I explode into jittering babble. Then
silence falls between spaced sights. Indeed relaxation
has finally begun and my mind echoes the warnings
of sleeping roars. Oh pieces of time slip as my eyes,
my mind finds peace for a few seconds, minutes before
jolting alert once more.

                Yes a bit of a startling morning pushes, drains
and plays upon every nerve, emotion I have. Indeed,
yes, I thought I could not move forward ~ yet here is
Jehovah telling me I can. Better things await when
the corner is turned.

                So here I am entering sleep shortly as the
dreams take hold. Pressing my legs towards all positive
directions. My mind screams the release. Onward I go
after long sigh.

               Dear friend how else would I go? Indeed a
good hope stands clear and I clasp onto Jehovah's
hand. Climbing and stepping where guided. Dont just
you love Jehovah, a lovng father and friend, who helps all
his children?