The Wheel of Worry
The Wheel of Worry
The whirl of the wheel whistles as it whisks
A ferris wheel of blades, shame,
Every bad memory and accusation
“You’re a loser.”
Discard
Let it keep whirling
It has to say
Something true
The wheel goes on, but the patient warrior waits
“You’re a loser. You’re a flake.
You let people down all the time.”
Discard, discard, toss to the pile
“The landlord’s gonna throw you out.”
Uh huh. Keep dealing
“The rent’s due, and you can’t make it.”
Fact! Hold that card! The rent’s due!
Action! A phone call.
Side work tomorrow and cash in the bank
Gremlins on the wheel
Fear and worry meant to paralyze
“Covid-19. Massive death in Italy.”
Discard
“Maybe you can’t breathe.”
God has not given me the spirit of fear
“What about your family?”
But the spirit of love, power, and a sound mind
Fear discarded and faith overwhelms
Action! A prayer.
In his presence is the fullness of joy.
God inhabits the praises of his people. Praise is action!
Action! Social distance and leave toilet paper
This not done once, but done every day
Until the last card is tossed
And the disease is spent
And a virus washed away
Copyright © J.R. Wren-Ingalls | Year Posted 2020
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