Fear

My soul a strife anxiety, it pins me to the wall. With fears of going onward and knowing that I'll fall. I pray a clap of thunder. A devastating blow! A message God has paraphrased: destruction down below. Debris a shattered tree limb. It's wood chips scattered bomb. A sign we need a change to a life in need of calm. The wind without a voice yet. It's spirit light as air. My breath a silent laughter that someone else will care. As others gather round now in debt of more despair, We're gathering in peace now. None humble as to dare. And me a silent witness who's faith gives way to fear still hopes for any blessings God's grace will bring from here.