In the Abyss
In the abyss, so black and bleak,
I’m swarmed with worry, worn and weak.
Peristaltic walls swallow prey:
A bolus in the bowel’s bay,
I am Jonah, humbled and meek.
During the storm’s most starkest streak,
through sustained strife, I stand and seek
God’s deliverance … while I pray …
… in the abyss.
Slivers of sunlight slowly leak
past my perils, letting me peak
at a rainbow's brightest archway!
God dwells in the places we stay,
even where blessings feel oblique
... in the abyss.
E. V. Wyler
Copyright © Elizabeth Wyler | Year Posted 2018
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