Linda M. Crate- Three Poems

handing it all to You

 

suffering anxiety

isn't always

easy

to remember, "fret not";

but when i hand

it all to You

find such profound peace and tranquility

that the world doesn't seem

such a paralyzing

force.

 

 

a true friend 

 

when the world

is an ugly

place,

and i want to curl

into a ball

cry until it all goes away;

and worries are

higher than the tops

of mountains

Your voice always assures

me that You're in control

You tell me to fret not—

when i give it all

up to You

it all melts away into the kiss

of oblivion

makes me remember

You're the only friend that's never

let me down.

 

 

You cast away anxiety 

 

when the noise of the world

trills in my ears

at such levels

i fear they'll explode

You take hold 

of my heart,

and You remind me to fret not;

there are so many things

You can do 

that i cannot and so i surrender

my fears and my anxieties

because You always

protect me

from the things that would harm me

even when the things that 

may harm me

come from my own negativity and doubt.