Jehovah explained you needed me

You lose sight of things when your treacherous heart bleeds it's pain. Then you gain wisdom from the talks with Jehovah.

Rationally I was true but Jehovah has the complete picture. So as much as I strive to get out of lives I must remain.

Sometimes that bratty child you never wanted was born with our friendship. It is a constant fierce that just overpowers.

Then I realize I really don't have a choice with us. We are glued. At times I want to rip my skin from escaping but then I see the truth is that it's not that I need you more it's that you need me more.

Jehovah pointed that out so boldly. How could I have been so self absorbed not to see that. Blinded.

Indeed. I must continue to cling to our bond.

It's kind of funny how the answer is right there, just beyond the hazy morn but all you notice is the wet dew at your feet.

Only portions of the picture are given and then the explosion hits when one tries to eacape.

Dawning on the information in a better lighting. I now have to realize I help you just as much as you help me. Sometimes you need more than you say.

I get it. As much as we tear at each other.  Emotionally we are attached. Sentimental in fact. The times mean nothing in the span of Jehovah's eyes.

Still I have to look back. Realizing my growth and knowledge given. Forward I continue to go.

Even the realistic dreamer I am scars inside from the facts. Yet the talk with Jehovah is strong. So I have to continue to look to him.

For now he tells me I must remain here. Inside this world. Inside this reality. Inside this unfinished friendship. Yes you almost killed me.

But I get it.

Perseverance is key. Patience is pressed. Kindness is overlapping with love. So I continue to keep peace. Even though a war is trembling inside of me.

The memories or photographs I have been given are not fully developed. So I wait with Jehovah to see how they begin to be lightened, gray and blackened.  Indeed I am building a new patience.

Jehovah sees I need to realize we are peas in same pod, separated and yet marinated in same salad. Found seated on a plate with decadence.

So real, so vivid were the hairs on the feathers. Th static, the strokes of lightning. As much as I tried to separate we were stuck.

So hard are the choked up emotions as I had to be slapped into awakening. The flashes of truth had to be etched, burned inside my mind just so I could really know why,how we stay together.

Yeah a bit of defiance when strides of obedience beckoned me to be in same room or even same sidewalk. Yet sometimes the calm in the eye of the storm is the peace we both can have, as friends. All before the raging disaster strikes.

So I understand what Jehovah says when I need to stand by you. You would be surprised how I laughed at Jehovah and his insight. Only to realize the truth is what he is saying.

I just have to suck it up and continue taking whatever is trying to divide us, the walls, the fire, the water or the storms. I have to just keep being your support. Whatever way, even in a silent form.

The awakened shock of sights just pound me and Jehovah reminds me to always forgive. Alas I am grateful the count fell off in the first year of our feathers moulding. Jehovah kept telling me to be strong.

So here I am strong. Persevering in all that we are. Friends. Siblings and in need of each other, daily.

So no matter what trial we, I, endure for our friendship I keep going forward with what my Father, Jehovah says, loving you as he does me. Forgiving you as Jehovah does for me.

I am here. But you have to say you need me. Otherwise I am a silent protector. I am okay with that, if that is all you need me to be.

Listening. Praying. Waiting.

As I must.