Near As Our Prayers
He sat in the darkness, the room full of light,
And though it was midday, it felt like midnight.
The t.v. was on, the news kept on streaming,
A nightmare in blossom, he felt his mind screaming.
Inflation! A Virus! Wars! Nowhere to hide!
He opened the Good Book and opened it wide.
Feeling hopeless and lost in the news of the day,
Lost hope in the world, not losing his way.
. He now sought the wisdom, of Father so wise,
His heart turned from fear, and the father of lies.
"Surely" he mused "He Who parted the sea,
And provided the manna; can take care of me.
Jesus, please help me" Was all that he said.
He looked to the hope in the Word as he read.
For dread is a hellhole that leads down a spire,
And the whispering darkness of fear is a liar.
The hope that is found in the Truth and the Light
Will usher us onward though day become night.
The world is passing, and life fades away,
But God is as near as the words that we pray.
Written January 20, 2023
For the Fear Is Liar Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet
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