I slog through the mud buffeted by the current
Each step a terror of falling.
I cannot breathe. I am overwhelmed.
A friend reaches for my hand and smiles
Echoes of kingdom light in her eyes.

The cold wind blows my thoughts like leaves
A perfect storm of darkness and madness.
I cannot breathe. I am overwhelmed.
Sun streaked clouds red and yellow and gray.
Promises of kingdom light in the sunset.

Groans beyond sound bleed from my body
And fade the world to red and grey.
I cannot breathe. I am overwhelmed.
His Spirit calms and comforts me.
Longing for kingdom light to heal us all.

Thy kingdom come… (Mat 6:10)


Ramona Crawford
2/26/2020