Seated in unwavering nerves

          Truly magnificent that I am being held in
the arms of calm. Seated so well in a whirlwind of
eerie silence.

          Trying my hardest to being more charismatic
and yet I rather be quiet and observant. So carefully
I wait for a moment of peace. Being cordial where,
when necessary I pray for a leap.

          Softly I hold onto the hope that what is being
offered and I will be capable of bounding. Still the quiry
of being who I am seems obtrusive to many. Why
sometimes, I project myself, why I keep going
is a true wonder.

         Indeed it is Jehovah that opens me. I hold
onto the signs inside my mind, the exhale from
making a huge exasperation. Oh how I waver in
the depth of the coming wind but I am tall.

         Jehovah holds this daughter close. This I
am grateful for.