They spring to my lips
and hover like jarred fireflies
waiting to be released--
all the gifts I wish on you.
You should relax more, enjoy life,
see beauty when you scan the mirror,
thank God daily for your tender husband.
Play the celebration music.
Laugh more, worry less.
Count on God--He holds you
even when you don't feel the
stern pressure of his presence.
Sometimes, He's more subtle
like the scent on the breeze of newly sprouting leaves.
But I will refrain from exhortations.
I see you need to talk,
so I must listen and wait for you to hear
the tune yourself. I know you will.