Still a part of detailed gray matter

               I find myself rolling over and over
in the heat of the muggy night air. No known way to
fall asleep but that through a selfless prayer.

               Opening of the mind, echoing the raging
thoughts and pouring out my heart to Jehovah. Dare
the boldness be of an icky feelng.

               The prompt emotion of what may occur.
Not scared just a bit puzzled. The words that smoothe
down my throat are just a teasing tick of what is
to be heard.

                Yet my voice remains silenced. Too
much of the truth rings throughout me and I hold
deeply upon a hope. Not mine completely. Tiny
slivers to beckon.

              Dare I back down, oh no. The thoughts
that quake my very spirit will be heard, written.
Just not today.

             The prayer has been said, the words
read in gasping air. Indeed Jehovah knows my
thoughts, my concerns.

             Comforted I will be to those in need.
Indeed my quietness will encourage their voices
to be heard. I will listen.

             Yes the shivers of sighs fall, exhaling from
expanding lungs. The heart races as the next
sleepy step becomes known. The hopes, the dreams
realized and still I don't even bother to
say them.

             Moving alongside I a distance of breath, I
am helping. Though sometimes, help is needed, asking
is key.

            More than ever I have endured. Trailing
behind the scenery. Becoming the matter of grays.
Yet this does not bother me. I rather be the details
to the grand picture, for without me it cannot be
completed.

          Yes I stand watching. I move. I laugh. I love.
Still I keep on dreaming. Indeed a part of me,
so many love.

           Ah alas I am finding comfort in the darkness of
the room. Coolness is forming and tiredness is
increasing.

          Yes my dear friend I am listening to the
details. I am a part of the grand painting and yet
I do not declare my boldness. Content to be behind
the gray covers.

         Would you ask me to change?
               
                 A smile is offered and a hug is pressed.

                          Good night dear beloved friend.