Fear

Fitful praying and shadowy

anxiety surround me

Unsuitably.

Wafting through the sounds

that echo amidst the night,

It grows as the darkness deepens.

Lurking closely

Trying to capture me

in the grips of fear

of the unknown,

Yet my fear is of something

far greater than all.

The fear of the Lord and the

Power He has

Over anything that could

ever haunt you.

Fear wants to stop our stories. -Anne Jackson