Saturday, July 29, 2017

Afraid of Nothing / Everything

The Nothing comes knocking on
My bedroom door, 
Leads me to worry, to wonder and fret. 
Will there be anything, 
Anyone standing behind that portal 
Of sad regret?

It swings open 
And light filters in and the Nothing is 
Suddenly opened to everything. 
My mind filters out what my 
Eyes would allow until 
There is no song left to sing.

Lord, give me strength, give me 
Wisdom to cope when 
The Nothing looms over my tortured soul. 
Teach me to look over 
Everything’s shoulder 
Where hope is the prize, 
The ultimate goal.

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