The clock strikes twelve
I am willfully ignorant
Woefully unawareÂ
Of Your presenceÂ
In my present.
So I worry over the futureÂ
And obsess over the past.Â
This can’t lastÂ
Forever…
Right?
But the moments drag on
The levels deepen,
My breath hitchesÂ
My heart quickens
An anxiety inception,
Like being caught in a dreamÂ
Or stuck a nightmare.Â
Every minuteÂ
Feels like an hour,
All my fears
Piled up to my ears
My willpower soursÂ
So I scroll…
Scroll…Â
Scroll…
An antidote that adds stress
Will I ever get rest?
Night stretches on, distractedÂ
By impassioned revelationsÂ
Of nonplussed actors.Â
Who can’t give me substance
They offer no sustenance,
Only amusement
To fill my tankÂ
With dopamine
—Temporary relief—Â
But it is not the peace
I rabidly seek,Â
You know what I mean?Â
Surely you doÂ
Because you are here,Â
Caught in a doom scroll, too.Â
Avoiding responsibilities
Or maybe fears.Â
Maybe your pulse
Is also racingÂ
In your ears.Â
Since we’re both awakeÂ
Let us gather
In Jesus name
Close our eyesÂ
And offer Him praise.Â
Join together
In the midst of the pain.
We can cling to hope in Him,Â
The God who sees us
For where two or three are gathered,
There is Jesus.Â
Can you see Him?
Don’t stop looking for Him. Â
Too relevant, and helpful!
Love this Anna ✨