Poetry: Flyaway Fear

FLYAWAY FEAR 

I went to talk to the Lord today

And all was quiet,

Except for the birds

That sounded gay.


I thought of what I wanted to say

But thoughts did hide.

They did not quiet

My anxious way.


All was quiet as I sat alone.

No words they came

But faith rose up,

And fear was gone.

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©Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope