Sometimes Poem by Patricia Kelley

Sometimes you have to regroup, and take a deep breath and sit back, and relax and let the words flow that only a poet knows.
Turn the lights on.
Turn the television off.
Let there be no sound.
Sometimes you have to stop and think. And let it all out, and let there be room to heal, because a poet's spirit cannot heal until all the garbage is taken out.
Let your mind, rewind, renew, and you'll be fine.
Sometimes you have to sit down in a quiet spot, with no sound. The only sound is the quiet sound of birds chirping through the windows, and the squirrel on top the roof; trying to open his found, hidden treasure.
Sometimes you have to let the unmade bed rest.
It may be a test.
Sometimes you have to let the vacuum sweeper rest and forget about the pest.
Sometimes you may need to take a step outside and let the wind blow against your flesh, with your hair flying through the air until your skin starts to tingle, and take a deep look into the sky, and see if you don't see an angel or two…
Angels' peeking
Angels' whispering'
Wind blowing; tree limbs dancing.
Birds chirping, humming birds humming
Horses running, sun teasing,
Hawks scouring the sky flying,
Hearing the sounds of God's Creation,

Sometimes you just need to be relaxed outside listening to the sounds of nature rebound with surround sound.

Sometimes you just need to be alone with God, so your ears' can be sensitive to His voice.
Giving God time to speak,

Sometimes you need to wait upon the voice of God!