Life seems to lurch
Recklessly
From one stress
To another
Careering blindly
Into crisis
After crisis
And even the respite
The eye of the storm
Brings little relief
From the knot-clenched stomach
Anticipating
Dreading
The fury to come
Do not worry about tomorrow
For today has enough cares of its own
And I cling once again
To your word
Speaking your truth into being
I know the knot in the stomach. We're old mates.
ReplyDeleteThankyou for this. Praying that the Truth casts out the fear.