Poem, Spiritual

Worry – Oh how art thou heartless


Oh, the myriad of troubles that plague my mind
Robbing me of all peace
Worry creeps in and lies
Blinding my eyes
From my source of security
Anxiety takes its toll and steals my precious sleep
Thoughts racing frantically
Each one stabbing at tranquility

But, oh my enemy – WORRY
You will not have me
You’re like a dog chasing its tail
A chicken with its head cut off
A deep, dark, black hole
I realize that

I return my thoughts to you Almighty
My center, my help
For you will shape my worries into prayers
And the weight of my burdens are lifted
The closer I am to you