Quivers overtake me.
My mind can’t seem to slow down -
Shut down, after a loaded day of
A load of mess
A pile of heaviness
I tried talking to Mary
Jane, because She was slow- paced.
Pasted and posted bandages all over my wounds
And worries, she tried
With her green essence, yet I wasn’t relieved.
Those seductive leaves no longer entertained me
Instead, I found release
in the rush hour of
the hushed cavern of the Almighty’s Presence
Yes, my All-Present
Help, I needed so badly when anxiety
Raged after me.
Joy, in His name strengthen
For the harsh days.
At my lowest low.
He sends a sweet, sounding Spirit
Of Peace to possess my heart
When affliction besets me
He alleviates the traffic in my mind
With the free-flowing express of His love
Written so majestically in 66 romantic volumes.
I can’t get His love.
So I let it overflow -
Reflecting in Song and Dance
Remembering who He is,
Reminds me of who I am
So when I’m down in the rut
Ascribing to Him worship is the only way
I can get up.