Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God,
that he may exalt you at the proper time, casting all your anxiety upon him,
because he cares for you.
~I
Peter 5:6
Uncertainty
and worries, they
caressed
my reeling mind.
A
heartlessness pervaded – such
as
I’d thought I’d never find.
The
courage that I’d grasped before
I
watched – it moved like sand,
that
despite my violent protests
slipped
right through my hands.
A
whirlwind of “what if’s” raged strong,
the
storm of “never” blew,
and every
single question there
undid
what I’d called true.
Faltering
in oblivion
- a
place I’d been before –
I searched in vain for sweet peace
to calm my essence flawed.
Yet anxiety: a begrudging friend
Had attached itself to pride –
an ego had now grown some more
and refused to leave or hide.
So upon my back I carried it:
a heavy, dreary weight,
and despite the call to cast it off,
I claimed it as my fate.
Too proud to leave such fear behind,
too fearful to let pride go,
I floundered, falling far behind,
grasping what I didn’t know.
It was only a humility,
worked by the Spirit divine
which tore the burdens from my back
- the ones I’d claimed as mine.
It was only Grace that taught me
that burdens such as these
are to be cast upon God, who hears,
who grants a true release.
Cast, rather than
carried
is now my theme song for such fear,
And guided by the Spirit of Hope,
True peace is always near.
