Panic, chaos in my chest

“Oh, my God
What awful fear is this?
What crippling terror stalks me
These sadistic, “but what ifs?”

I could not live without you
Lord, if you changed your mind
My soul would simply shatter
If your love withered with time

Help me, help me
Your servant is afraid
My soul is screaming pain
I fear life is drowning in this place
My heart is searing fire
You are calling—I hear you call
“Child, do you know me yet at all?”

Panic panic go away

I will serve You, Lord, no matter what; the devil cannot taunt me away from you. In all my weakness, my tiny, useless insignificance, I will serve You. In all my fear and failure I will follow Jesus Christ. No other name. I am so scared. So frightened. Everything is sharp and harsh and scary, Lord. The world is full of evil and darkness and You are the only light. I am still afraid, but I will serve You no matter what; the devil cannot taunt me away from You. In my weakness you are strong, You will carry me as I crumple. When the panic sinks its talons into my heart and physically I feel the fear, You will still hold my failing body close as I shut down. You will say “Child, do not fear. I love you. I love you. I love you.”
This is all that matters. I will serve You and no other.
He loves me. He loves me.
He loves you.

Frustration paints my sinew
With its noisy lines & knots
I bleed within from stress that bends
Muscles into painful spots

Poetry is silly
All the words have yet been claimed
Nothing is left to name.

Ocean, path, veranda, beam
The world is full of chiming things
Combined they make a simple page
Canvassed with light or fear or rage.

true love?

What a growing pain inside me
All this ache within entombed
It stills my heart, it’s hard to breathe
Surely this pain will lessen soon?

I did not know that hearts could bleed
Out salt and water through eyes and frowns
Unaware that love affects time’s speed
And makes the pace of life slow down.

Why, I can feel the tears inside
Surely soon they’ll come to life
And carry my feelings through.

Alas, instead the gnawing grows
And the hole inside me shows
How my heart truly belongs with you.

The summer dance

The sunlight dips in swiftly
Just to kiss her porcelain cheek;
It lingers nought before it flees
While the wind pleas not to speak.

What ought occur in sequence
Is the starlight’s friendly dance;
To affect her elegance
And the moon’s defensive stance.

Even the fireflies delight
In the gracing of their night
With her added repose;
For even shabby, threadbare clothes
Upon a figure full of light
Would surely gleam and glow.