“I made it!”
exclaims my haggard soul
elated, expectant, exhausted
the door slams shut
upon my cares
barricaded with lock
and heavy chair
You shall find me in the stillness
Seek, and ye shall find
Knock, and the door shall be opened to you
Knees digging
into ragged carpet
I summon weak memories
“Pray! I must pray!”
insists my mind
tired, impatient, distracted
You shall find me in the stillness
Seek, and ye shall find
Knock, and the door shall be opened to you
“Thanks, I guess,”
mutter my clumsy lips
unaccustomed now
to gratitude;
fear and anxiety
fill my heart
as little feet
approach my refuge
You shall find me in the stillness
Seek, and ye shall find
Knock, and the door shall be opened to you
Tears streaming,
dripping from my chin
I throw myself
into waiting arms
“Carry me! Carry me!”
I cry softly
forehead pressed
against moistened floor
You shall find me in the stillness
Seek, and ye shall find
Knock, and the door shall be opened to you
“Amen, amen,”
releases my soul
back aching,
feet burning
standing again,
unbarring the door
I have peace inside
for another go