Whirlwinds drowning out the noise
Sickness in the pit of the stomach
So much is off kilter…
Sense the tension
Building to uncontrollable heights
I tip my head…can I fend it off?
Panic overwhelms
Decay begins
Trying to distance myself from it…
Screams rising,
clutched within
No one knows…
Fear. Fear. Fear.
Is there nowhere to run?
No one to help?
“The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
he refreshes my soul.” *
Hands held out; an offering of love…
There is help.
Take it.
*NIV bible translation
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