Muddy Pieces

Tired and weary my soul is covered
by a dark cumulus cloud
full and fat with water drops
of worry and fear.
Thunder rumbles, vibrating
doubt with low sounds.
I cannot see past my own skin
but God is right here.

Interesting, how I choose to ignore
all the links He sets.
By moving to connect many puzzle
pieces for me;
In good times when thing prosper
it is easy to forget.
He claims my muddy pieces, like worry,
to set me free.