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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