They spring to my lips

and hover like jarred fireflies

 waiting to be released--

all the gifts I wish on you.

For instance:

You should relax more, enjoy life,

see beauty when you scan the mirror,

thank God daily for your tender husband.

Stop fussing.

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.