PRAYER FOR THE ANXIOUS

Creator

there is sometimes an itch in my soul

a shadow on my neck

a chill in my spine

a flutter in my heart.

For so long felt like a wrinkle in my skin

a cowlick on my head,

the bend of my hip.

Now, I understand that it is OTHER

an alien parasite

that needs my energy to exist.

It is insistent

stealthy as it pervades

my subconscious, attempts to find purchase on my surface.

I ignore it.

My denial helps it steep-

until it is finally strong enough to nudge me into actions.

Once again, I find myself hustling for my worth,

rearranging myself so that I fit

easing burdens for others that don't pinch.

Searching for the solution

but not quite understanding the problem.

I have left an important note in the pocket of my jeans

that may have gone into the wash already

but if I move quickly-I can snatch it back just in time

to save it from the dryer.

If I hurry.

If I am smart.

If I am enough.

In these moments sweet Maker....

I need you.

Help me to remember myself.

Help me to connect to my SOURCE

the place where You reside.

Help me to be still

and know 

that you ARE.

Enough.