Trying to be above the river

              So many places I find myself
crying, praying and hoping for help.
Alas I cannot beg any one person to understand my tears.

              Oh how I strive to  stay standing. Looking out above the river
and skies dreaming that the answers
of yes does exist. A silent cry that
  echoes deep within my spirit. Such
need of friendship right now.

                 One more day where the
sun rolls down to the sea and the
blue skies expand from here to eternity.
So softly I  hope inside the distant
dream. So carefully  I expand my mind.

                A weight lifted as the tears
begin to dry. The day just seems to fade
away as the evening produces the need
to scream. Yet I don't say a word. I just
hold on tight to the hope.

             Founded in grand strength I
begin my stride forward. Every day
brings  upon more levels of help.
Brothers and sisters soaring to  extend
a hand, a listening  ear,  and the
encouraging words.

             Yes today I am in a fog.
More and more the emotions are
drowning. I am in such need of a hug,
a kind word to keep pushing me forward.

             Solitary  I don't  have to be. I
don't have to wonder where my
strength  of the day is coming from.
One name.. ,Jehovah.

             So dear friend if you think
I am being quiet or elusive forgive me
because  I  am once again experiencing
the trials. Help me if you can.