Forehead kisses

I have to see the wind as Jehovah's gentle push. The breeze his hand brushing my hair. Then as I lean into the sunlight his fatherly kisses upon my feverish skin.

I must remember to look to Jehovah  for answers.  Yet the heart intercedes the mind and conflict arrives. Slowly but surely I embrace what I know is true.

Although along the way I hurt. The residue of pain simmers and I can move again. Finding new avenues to release tension.

Sadly the question arrives which makes me wonder would anything be worth the ride again? To know if I am capable of recovery again.

Unknown but u keep going forward. The steps may repeat and breath may be shallow. Yet if I do ride again the mind will understand the methods. The tangible need that lingers.

Indeed right now none of me wants to overthink much less think period. Nor do I want the heart to strum more than necessary.

Right now relax isn't the word.. it's "breathe". All else be gone.

Once more I continue. The beating heart thunders and Jehovah pushes his child into the pathway. Indeed the tiny voice will emerge and the yes of tomorrow shines bright.

Be surprised in how fast a soul heals and the spirit soars.