Tuesday, February 13, 2024

Poetry: 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.


©Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

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