Mind wandering, alarming thoughts lance the mind.
Awakened amid turmoil, blinded by fear, chaos confines.
Nowhere to disappear, anxiety grips with immobility.
Pungent odors intoxicating, we reek with instability.
Frustrated, lost in uncertainty, desperation stirs.
Hopeless, sinking fast; atmospheric assaulting explodes.
All seen and heard, brain fog reigns uncontrolled.
Gasping for air, sights set on cruciality, we ponder.
How senseless, berating those with differing ways.
Lost in bickering, skirmishes linger in haze.
Peaceable among all, caustic air dissipates.
Discovering lost times, we awaken to stability.
Peace rescuing, turbulence gives way to strength.
Focusing on atmospheric goodness, darkness unravels.
Embracing newness, uncertainty dead, we unshackle.
Mobility restored; life’s purpose enlightens.
Free to soar, limitless, we tread in life’s adventures.
Hope restored, enjoyment accompanying, we live freely.
No longer alarmed, thoughts give space to others.
Respecting one another, regardless, we live peaceably.
But know this, that in the last days perilous times will come: For men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, despisers of good, traitors, headstrong, haughty, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God.
2 Timothy 3:1-4
This is an updated edition of a post originally published on Ken Birks
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