Echoes Across the Hall
Long before the sun sets, creating evening shadows on the wall, my heart begins to stir. I falter.
Hearing the noiseless sound of empty nights echoing off the chambers of my mind,  I cringe.
Miserable, lonely nights, thoughts parading through my mind like a processional of meaningless noise. I tremble.
In the shadow of  silent breezes, feelings churn in my gut in raw, aching sorrow. I cry.
Despair clinging to my bones in chilling icy charades, I shudder.
Round and round my torment circles like ravenous wolves relentlessly stalking their prey, I scream.
My breathing in painful, shallow gulps, my heart racing like a deer, I faint.
Down in that fogged filled cavern of terror, I sense someone’s there, I weep.
Sweet perfumed caresses float in a  melodic voice singing softly through the fear, I’m calm.
Gentle hands brushing my tears, I rest.

Psalms 6:6


I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears

Slowly the dawn steals silently across the terror filled night, chasing shadows from the room, I stir.
Hope, silently filling the hole left by overwhelming fear begins to bloom in my heart, I wait.
In breathless anticipation, cautiously I open my eyes to peer through wet tear filled lashes, I long.
Radiant sunlight bursting across darkened corners of my mind awakening in me a song, I hope.
Music tinkling and bubbling like the waterfall down a mountain, springs within my wounded heart, I sing.
Wave upon wave of peace floods the cracks of my soul, I rejoice.
Then eyes fully engaged and wide in wonder I behold Him, I run.
Welcomed in a warm embrace as soothing as the melody of the sea, as calm as a rain kissed tree after a storm, I smile.
As if time stands still and my life but a vapor I catch a glimpse of those tender eyes looking at me with love, I’m free.

The warmth of His smile and the joy of His embrace, chases the gloom from my soul, I’m thankful.
Slowly a contented sigh escapes from deep within a heart once filled with pain, I’m home

Psalms 32:7


Thou are my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance. Selah.

I’m Hid With Christ!
 Psalms 30:5 For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favor is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.