The Great Unknown

Words came in the night, perhaps they can meet a need…

In times of intense emotional turmoil
when dealing with the great unknown
I become vulnerable to my senses
tuning in my self-defenses
I turn into wood
yet trouble can splinter me
I turn into glass
and grief will shatter me
In relief and belief
I turn to God
then nothing shall breach me
but the comforting touch of flesh
from a friend
and the grace and presence of prayer

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