Lessons of wick

                  Rolling across the field, the golden glaze
of sunlight dances. Oh just how it caresses inside
the grains, the leaves and upon the water.

                  A sheer joy finds my smile. A walk
across rainbows and clear puffy clouds.

                 Here I sing a silent tune of gratitude
in the early morning. One step at a time, I remind
myself. Do not hurt your health.

                  Oh how distant sky blue almonds become.
The hazy view of giggles. The softest, lightest foot prints
upon the earth. A calm I hold deep within my nervous,
shaking soul.

                A peaceful journey that lands me before
cacti. So hurried I was to learn the lesson yet there I
remember slow, cautious motions bring about the ability
to hold spiked, sharp objects without harm.

               Then the mind flutters over concrete and iron.
Another storm rooted deep within me. The quake of
patience incorporated into my core. The strands
expanded a lifetime.

               So shy I am but so radiant is the turquoise.
Holding, stretching the boundaries of curved corners.
Almonds secluded in a tiny hint of mystery.

               Indeed the path, narrowed, has not caused
negative questions. More and more the bridge over
dry land is protection. The safety of the world I once
knew. Kindness, love and patient is my Father, Jehovah.
Here he holds me tight. Through my dreams, I expand
the memories. Unfolding the faces I long to see.

             Tears, Jehovah, to hold their hands, to hug
them once more. Then once more I am shown the
patience, the slow, cautious wait that I must apply.
Again water finds my baby blues and the emotions
of joy and sadness clash inside of me.

              Then once more I am thankful I am here.
I am capable of remembering, capable of hoping.
For one day I will hold them again.

             Yes the sgh of a clenched jaw evenly loosens.
The day begins and I once more allow more sleep
to heal me. My soul is tired but the mind, the hope
are vibrant.

             Yes there stands wick. Much life left to live.
Each day is one more day I breathe. One more day I
get to hold positive views, to hope and to dream widely.

              Oh one more day I get to walk in this
wicked world preaching and fighting against my
enemy. Ah how can I not be anything but loved,
overjoyed and happy?