Patience, you slay me
with your silence.
No answers, no exit, no relief
for months.
Yet every day you sit beside me
as we watch the sun rise again.
Patience, you slay me
with your silence.
No answers, no exit, no relief
for months.
Yet every day you sit beside me
as we watch the sun rise again.
When was the last time a real threat triggered your anxiety?
Yesterday I faced a tense situation at work. I had to keep my emotions in check to remain professional. Yet my anxiety churned inside and I had a hard time keeping myself under control. I was edgy, quiet, and humorless. I’m sure my smiles looked forced.
After the situation was resolved, my pent-up anxiety leaked out in weird ways. I felt inexplicably grouchy for almost an hour. I got a little snappy, and I withdrew into a small project where I could block everything out. During this hour of leaky anxiety, I didn’t really feel in control of myself. My emotions were overriding my normal calm, composed demeanor in ways I didn’t understand, but I couldn’t stop.
I’ve always loved the calm, refreshing contrast of cobalt blue on white. The cover’s pretty design drew me in like the pattern of my Blue Willow dishes. Inside this book I found a treasure of truth.
This poem was written in five unedited minutes on the prompt “Abandon” for Five Minute Friday.
Far too long
I’ve sat on this branch
waiting for the perfect time to jump.
Years ago, I faced a difficult work situation which regularly brought me to tears. I tried hard to finish out my contract with strength and faith, but the trials often got to me. I looked for ways to cope.
On the way to my weekly meetings, I popped in Mandisa’s True Beauty CD. Hearing her up-tempo rendition of “Nothin’s Gonna Steal My Joy” always boosted my spirits. In the song’s bridge, Mandisa’s powerful soprano soars to mountain heights. Her mighty high note brought me right to the feet of God’s throne.