Reflections

              Rolling thunder rumbles deep beneath me
as the crashes of lightning awaken me. Senses alert
and yet the mind is lost.

              Not lost to be unheard, just searching in
the webbed corners for that one memory that brings
the highest joy.

             Alas I let go of the yesteryears. Recalling
imperfections surround me. I cling tightly upon the
open doorway. So much is awaiting me yet a hint of
fear halts my steps. Am I hindering others in need
of spiritual uplifting? Am I?

           Am I drowning in my bitter words from past
experiences? Am I losing myself in the rages of those
kinds of excitement?

           Yes reflecting. Time needs to slow. My pace
needs to be clearer. The travels I have searched for,
unbound. The levels of weighted water inside me needs
moment of sloshing.

          Indeed I wallowed in the negativity. The endless
sigh finds the hope. The bitter, salted tears cease as
the voice finds a breath of fresh air. So much, I want, I
need conversations that uplifting, that build.

         Oh Jehovah I do not know my own steps. I only
hope for what is given. One more day you have awaken
me. One more day I get to be friends. One more day
I gain experiences. Yes Jehovah one more day you given
me. I am thankful.

        Today I shall quake like the thunder and flash like
the lightning. Unfolding the petals of this beautiful,
quirky daisy child.

        Such kindness in the comforting words given and
the voice of truth from a grand friend. Thank you
Jehovah for letting them voice what I did not want to see.
Those are the warming parts of love within a grand family.
I thank you my dearest friend for displaying even
when you think I did not hear.

      Reflecting, I am thankful for that moment. Yes it
hurt. Yes I have cried plenty but sooo thankful for
gaining the words from you.

      My dearest friend you were true in tones greater
than I understood. Reflections have become objective.
I am certain I fought you because I was not listening
to my own actions, my own words.

      Brave you were to stand, to tell me what you saw.
Noticing I was not meditating on over things.
Desperately needed that conversation.

      Dearest friend I hold great regard for you and
I pray, when time is right, you accept my simple
apology. I hope.

        I am greatly ashamed that in great excitement
the worst came out of me. Oh how you heard me and I
am embarrassed you saw that side of me.

       I strive, now, to correct and apply. I am sorry,
dear friend. I am. Simply a quirky, silly one.