Trained for turbulence,
calm is cringe,
peace seems painful,
like a war vet,
an idle mind is unkind.
Sighing at sweet serendipity,
the stress that precedes a fearful outcome leaves eggs on my face,
do you frustrate the same at my lack of faith in your grace?
You trodded down in to the tangible to teach me how to live,
You said worry is weight that you didn't give,
Yet I keep training for turbulence.
Will the titanic sink?
Will the Boeing crash?
Will the bus driver swerve in to the sewer?
If the hands that hold my fate have proved faithful then why clinch to control?
When the books are opened and the case closed,
The Judge will be justified for my crime will be sleeping with fear when faith was at home.
"We suffer more in imagination than reality"