I wrote this poem in 2020, shortly after the world was locked down. Five years later, I am once again faced with this question: Will I listen to the voice of intimidation and fear or will I turn my attention to the voice of my Beloved?
Trickles
Trickles of fear
Icy cold fingers running up and down my spine
World whirling
Future spinning
My plans are now upside down
Trickles of sweat bead my forehead
What should I buy?
What should I do?
Who should I believe?
How do I silence those panicked voices that crowd my reasoning?
Tickles
Tickles along my cheek
Inviting me to look up
Capturing my heart with His gaze
For a brief moment, the whirling stops.
In His gaze, I know my future is good.
Surrendering my plans for His peace
A peace I can not buy with gold.
What will I do?
I will wait in His presence.
All voices are silenced as deep calls out to deep.
My beloved beckons me to step out of the chaos
And I come.
Silent, expectant, hopeful.
My beloved tickles my cheek.
Don’t allow trickles of fear to stop you from focusing on God’s love and affection.
Until next week,
© Katherine Walden